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HYMNS 


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METRICAL   PSALMS 


7, 

Thomas  MacKellar, 


PH.  D. 


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PHILADELPHIA : 

PORTER  &  COATES. 

1893. 


Copyrighted  by  Thomas  MacKellar. 


THIRD   EDITION,    REVISED  AND   ENLARGED. 


ELECTROTYPEO    BY 

THE   MACKELLAR,    SMITHS  A  JORDAN  CO. 

PHILADELPHIA. 

PRINTED  BY   H.    B.   ASHMEAD. 


-3igR  and  mighty  Qod  and  Saviour ! 
0n  the  eartft  tfiy  wiff  6e  done : 
affoWed  6e  tfiy  name  forever, 
ofy  J-affier,  J£o[y  Son, 
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Mord  (feRovak  J 
^fory  6e  to  ^fyftee  alone. 


Third  Edition. 

n^HE  new  Hymns  in  this  edition  are 
Nos.  XXVIII,  XL.  and  LXXXVII.  to 
CII,  and  the  additional  Psalms  are  the 
ioth}  86th,  g2dy  gjd,  and  iooth.  Some 
alterations  have  been  made  in  the  earlier- 
written  pieces. 

T.  McK. 

Germantown,  Pa. 

January,  /Sqj. 


First  Edition. 

(^OME  of  the  Hymns  in  this  volume 

were  written  before  a  busy  life  had 

passed  its   noontide;    others,   when    the 

rays  of  the  westering  sun  were  falling 

slantwise. 

Every  piece  that  may  be  deemed  worthy 
is  freely  at  the  service  of  the  church. 

April,  1883. 


First  Lines. 


PAGE 

After  the  darkness  of  the  night 40 

Again  I  take  with  hopeful  heart 52 

A  gladsome  heart  is  mine  this  day 207 

Alone  with  God  to-day 34 

A  prisoner  of  the  Lord 102 

A  refuge  and  a  fortress 239 

Art  thou  in  thy  spirit  lowly 78 

As  children  dwelling  in  their  home 112 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  take  my  place 124 

At  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 60 

Bear  the  burden  of  the  present 88 

Before  the  silver  cord  be  loosed 178 

Be  not  anxious  for  the  morrow 30 

Be  not  disquieted,  my  soul ! 22 

Be  still,  my  soul !  be  still 188 

Blessed  be  thy  name  forever 58 

Book  of  grace  and  book  of  glory ! 156 

Bow  down  thine  ear  to  me,  O  Lord  !    .    .    .    .  244 

Builder  of  thy  holy  church 194 

Build  up,  O  Lord,  a  rampart-wall 171 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 132 

Christ  is  risen !     O  the  wonder ! 139 

Cold  the  bed  and  hard  the  pillow 183 

Day  is  breaking  in  the  sky 16 

Day  is  waning  into  shadow 180 

Day  of  wrath !   the  day  that  endeth 198 

9 


io  FIRST  LINES. 

TAGE 

Do  the  blest  in  Paradise 218 

Draw  nigh  to  the  Holy 66 

Drifting  on  a  lawless  ocean 209 

Elijah  stood  upon  the  mount 92 

Evermore  Jehovah  reigneth  ! 250 

Far  away  the  Saviour  saw  me 46 

Father!  all  is  of  thy  giving 185 

Father !  in  my  life's  young  morning 150 

Give  ear  unto  my  words,  O  Lord  ! 229 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock 126 

Give  me  to  know  thy  will,  O  God 44 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 138 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 13 

God  has  said  it, — and  his  promise 82 

Ho,  all  ye  lands !  right  joyfully 253 

How  prone  my  hasty  feet  to  stray 216 

I  did  not  ask  the  reason  why 205 

I  give  myself  to  God 120 

I. have  no  hiding-place 38 

I  know  not  when  the  Lord  will  call 160 

I  lift  my  longing  eyes 254 

I  long  for  God,  the  living  God 58 

In  tearless  anguish  once  I  lay 74 

In  the  hidden  ways  of  life 114 

In  the  midnight  and  the  storm 116 

In  the  vineyard  of  our  Father 146 

In  vain  the  ways  of  Providence 54 

I  thank  the  Lord  my  Maker 152 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  to  the  Lord  24" 


FIRST  LINES.  ii 


PAGE 

I  will  extol  thee  every  day 256 

I  would  I  were  content  to  be 20 

Jehovah  reigns!     Let  earth  rejoice 251 

Jesus !  when  my  soul  is  parting 62 

Let  all  the  people  sing  a  psalm 96 

Lord  of  night  as  of  the  day  ! 204 

Lord,  take  and  lead  me  as  a  child 50 

My  righteous  God !  O  hear  my  call 227 

My  song  of  songs  shall  be 220 

My  soul  cries  out  to  God 48 

My  soul  is  resting  in  God's  peace 64 

My  soul !  why  sit  forsaken 166 

Nearer  to  thy  heart  of  love 164 

No  tears  for  those  whose  feet  have  pass'd  .    .  202 

No  tongue  of  man  has  ever  told 108 

O  Father,  for  thy  love  ! 174 

O  gracious  Father !  send  us  showers 72 

O  land  of  day,  eternal  day 136 

O  Lord,  our  Lord  !  in  all  the  earth 231 

O  the  agonizing  prayer 130 

O  the  blessedness  of  leaning 24 

O  the  darkness,  O  the  sorrow 176 

Only  in  silence  wait  on  God 242 

Over  the  earth  a  stillness  comes 94 

Rest  and  peace  for  Jesus'  sake  ! 12S 

Sitting  in  the  twilight  musing 190 

Some  day  the  word  will  come  to  me     ....  104 

Sometimes,  in  quiet  revery 134 

Strength  of  our  fathers  in  the  day 192 


12  FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE 

The  billows  round  me  rise  and  roll 70 

The  blessing  of  the  Sabbath-day 106 

The  bright,  the  Morning-Star! 196 

The  darkness  of  the  night  came  down ....  80 

The  day  is  wearing  fast  away 76 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  certain  day 142 

The  dusty  paths  of  earth  defile 118 

The  heavens  declare  the  glory 236 

The  morning  of  the  centuries 42 

The  morning  stars  were  singing 148 

The  pathway  to  the  mercy-seat 122 

The  sea  before,  the  foe  behind 162 

There  is  a  land  immortal 84 

There  is  light  on  my  path 158 

Though  darkness  turn  the  skies  to  night.    .    .  26 

'Tis  but  a  looking  unto  Christ 168 

'Tis  the  Master  standing  yonder 222 

'Tis  well  that  thou,  my  God,  shouldst  be    .    .  86 

Unseen  by  them,  a  glorious  host 90 

Upon  the  pillow  of  thy  love 18 

Was  Jesus  tempted  like  as  we 36 

Watchers  call'd  to  work  for  Jesus 32 

What  though  the  way  be  storm-begirt  ....  28 

When  he  waketh,  when  he  sleepeth 100 

Where  could  I  go  but  unto  thee no 

While  some  may  run  an  easy  pace 56 

Who  bids  the  wind  to  blow? 154 

Who  is  he,  my  soul!  that  standeth 213 

Who  shall  reign  if  not  the  Christ? 212 

Who  the  love  of  God  can  measure  ? 225 

Why  standest  thou  far  off,  O  Lord? 233 

With  a  cruse  of  alabaster 68 


Hymns. 


8,5. 


3  multitude  of  tijt  ^abmlg  fjost  praising  4loo\  ana  gaging,  (Slorn  to 
®oo  in  tijc  ijt^fijest. — Luke  ii.  13,  14. 


I. 

/^L,ORY  to  God  in  the  highest! 
The  day  of  all  days 
Awakens  our  praise, — 
The  thrice -blessed  morn 
When  Jesus  was  born, — 
The  name  that  the  church  glorifieth 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


11. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
Let  heaven  resound 
To  its  uttermost  bound 
With  anthems  of  praise 
Both  now  and  always, 


14  HYMNS. 


While  seraph  to  seraph  replieth, 

Glory  to  God! 

Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


in. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
Let  earth,  with  its  hills, 
Its  valleys  and  rills, 
Re-echo  his  praise 
Both  now  and  always, 
While  mountain  to  mountain-top  crieth, 
Glory  to  God  ! 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 


IV. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 
His  goodwill  and  peace 
To  men  will  not  cease: 
The  church  lifts  her  voice 
While  angels  rejoice, 
And  her  song  with  the  seraphim's  vieth 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God  ! 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 


HYMNS.  15 


v. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest! 
The  bountiful  Lord, — 
The  Father,  the  Word, 
The  Spirit, — whose  praise 
Both  now  and  always 
On  the  wings  of  infinity  flieth : 
Glory  to  God! 
Glory  to  God! 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest ! 

1881 


1 6  HYMNS. 


II 7's. 


£  lain  me  Tiofon  anfc  slept;  £  afoaketi;  for  tf)e  ILorfc  sustained  me. 

Ps.  iii.  5. 


I. 

H\AY  is  breaking  in  the  sky; 
^    Restful  night  has  pass'd  away: 
Now  I  lift  my  early  cry, 

Lead  thy  servant,  Lord,  to-day. 


II. 

Jesus,  Master!  forth  I  go, 

Taking  up  my  'custom'd  task: 
Teach  me  what  I  need  to  know, — 

Give  me  what  I  ought  to  ask. 


in. 

I  see  not  the  way  before, 

But  I  go  at  thy  command, 

Entering  gladly  duty's  door, 

Led  by  thy  directing  hand. 


HYMNS.  17 


IV. 


Take  away  my  sin  and  guilt, 

Make  me  whiter  than  the  snow: 

Be  my  will  just  what  Thou  wilt, 
Asking  not,  Why  is  it  so? 


v. 


May  my  soul,  impell'd  by  love, 
Do  whate'er  thy  Spirit  saith, 

That  my  life  this  day  may  prove, 

Through  thy  grace,  the  power  of  faith. 


VI. 


Glory  to  Thee  evermore! 

Glory  in  the  uttermost ! 
Heaven  and  earth  thy  name  adore, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


1881. 


1 8  HYMNS. 


Ill CM. 


£ca,  tijou  sfjalt  lie  tJoton,  anti  tf)g  slrrp  sfjall  be  sforct.— Prov.  iii.  24. 


I. 

T  T  PON  the  pillow  of  Thy  love 
My  weary  head  I  lay, 

Assured  that  watchers  from  above 
Will  round  about  me  stay. 


11. 

The  weaned  child,  subdued  and  still, 
Sleeps  on  its  mother's  breast; 

So  I,  submissive  to  thy  will, 

Lean  on  thy  strength  for  rest. 


in. 

The  sighs,  and  tears,  and  agony 

That  marr'd  the  hours  of  day, 

Subside  as  tempests  on  the  sea 
In  silence  die  away. 


HYMNS.  19 


IV. 


The  restful  peace  of  answer'd  prayer 
Is  in  my  chasten'd  heart: 

My  fears,  my  sorrows,  and  my  care 
At  thy  command  depart. 


v. 


O  Lord,  my  God,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

In  thee  I  find  repose: 
Vouchsafe  my  grateful  eyes  shall  ope 

As  softly  as  they  close. 


1881. 


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2o  HYMNS. 


IV CM. 


Tfir  Irian  of  man  is  not  in  ijimsclf:    it  is  not  in  man  tfjat  toalkctt 
to  tiirrrt  tjis  steps. — Jer.  x.  23. 


I. 

T   WOULD  I  were  content  to  be 
Just  as  my  Lord  shall  will, 

So  I  with  cheerful  constancy 
His  purpose  may  fulfil. 


11. 

O  may  I  be  content  to  lay 

My  hourly  griefs  and  cares 

Upon  His  arm  that  every  day 
His  children's  burden  bears: 


in. 

Nor  proudly  strive  to  carry  part 
And  leave  to  Him  the  rest, 

As  if  but  half  my  weary  heart 
Need  lean  on  Jesus'  breast. 


HYMNS.  21 


IV. 

Though  I  should  ask  the  Lord  to  show 
Some  greater  things  to  do, 

May  I  be  ever  quick  to  go 
On  humble  errands  too: 


v. 


To  run  in  haste,  or  waiting  stand, 

Content  to  go  or  stay, 
While  watching  for  his  guiding  hand 

To  point  the  fitting  way. 


VI. 


Whatever  work  the  day  shall  bring, 

May  I  set  Thee  before, 
And  give  to  Thee,  O  Christ,  my  King, 

The  glory  evermore. 


iS8i. 


22  HYMNS. 


V C.  M. 


£t  sf)all  romr  to  pass,  tijat  at  rbrning  time  it  sijall  tt  ligi)t. 

Zech.  xiv.  7. 


I. 

13E  not  disquieted,  my  soul! 

The  Lord  of  grace  and  power 
In  loving-kindness  doth  control 

Thy  goings  every  hour. 


11. 

When  sorrows  fall,  he  wraps  the  heart 

The  closer  in  his  love: 
If  here  he  takes  away  a  part, 

He'll  give  thee  all  above. 


in. 

Why  tremble  when  thy  God  shall  lay 
A  shadow  on  thy  path? 

Not  e'en  the  dark,  distressful  day 
Portends  a  night  of  wrath. 


HYMNS. 


23 


IV. 


The  heavy  clouds  that,  dark  and  dun, 
Thine  upward  pathway  hide, 

Shall  blaze  with  glory  when  the  sun 
Goes  down  at  eventide. 


v. 


The  Morning-Star  betimes  will  rise, 
And  thou  thy  tent  shalt  fold, 

And  step  with  rapturous  surprise 
Within  the  gates  of  gold. 


1:-: 


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24  HYMNS. 


VI 8,  7,  4. 


Cast  tfjg  burtint  upon  tijc  ILorti,  ano  fje  sijall  sustain  tfjrc. — Ps.lv.  22. 


I. 

/^\  THE  blessedness  of  leaning 

^^^     On  a  strength  beyond  thine  own 

O  the  fulness  of  the  meaning ! 

O  the  sweetness  of  the  tone ! 
Cast  thy  burden 

On  thy  loving  Lord  alone. 


11. 

Often  weary,  yet  contending, — 

Beaten  down,  again  to  rise, — 

On  his  help  alone  depending, 

Looking  up  with  trustful  eyes, — 

Cast  thy  burden 
On  the  arm  that  built  the  skies. 


in. 

Take  his  easy  yoke  upon  thee, 

Lowlv  be  like  him  in  heart: 


HYMNS. 


Child,  it  was  his  love  that  won  thee, 
Will  he  bid  thee  now  depart 

With  thy  burden, 
When  thy  soul  is  full  of  smart? 


IV. 

Long  ago  the  word  was  written, 

Word  to  generations  blest, — 
Hear  it,  children  sorely  smitten, 

Hear  it,  ye  of  troubled  breast, — 

Cast  thy  burden 
On  the  Lord,  who  giveth  rest. 

1881. 


HYMNS. 


VII CM. 


B6f)m  mn  spirit  tons  obcrfofjrlmcti  rjoitfjin  me,  trjcn  trjou  knetocst  mp 

pat!).— Ps.  cxlii.  3. 


I. 

T^HOUGH  darkness  turn  the  skies  to  night, 

Though  sorrows  fill  the  air, 
Nor  moon  nor  stars  my  pathway  light, 

Yet  thou  art  with  me  there. 


11. 

I  cannot  see  thee,  but  I  know 
A  stronger  arm  than  mine 

Upholds  me  in  the  time  of  woe, — 
Jesus!  that  arm  is  thine. 


in. 

Though  words  may  fail  when  I  would  pray, 

And  mute  I  lift  my  hands, 
Thou  hearest  what  I  cannot  say, 

And  Gabriel  near  me  stands. 


HYMNS.  27 


IV. 


A  just  God  and  a  Saviour,  thou 
Art  full  of  love  and  grace : 

Before  thy  majesty  I  bow 

With  glad  and  trustful  face. 


v. 


Thy  sovereign  grace  gives  sweet  relief, 
Dispelling  faithless  gloom, 

And  the  dark  chamber  of  my  grief 
Becomes  a  sunny  room. 


1-1 


28  HYMNS. 


VIII CM. 


I  toill  be  tottf)  tt)ff :    E  frill  not  fail  trjrr,  nor  forsake  trjee. 

Josh.  i.  5. 


I. 

"\  1  7HAT  though  the  way  be  storm-begirt, 

If  Jesus  lead  thee  on  ! 

Thou  shalt  not  suffer  loss  or  hurt, 

Nor  walk  the  path  alone. 


11. 

Must  thou  do  battle  on  the  way? 

The  arm  of  God  is  thine : 
Does  he  unprop  thine  earthly  stay? 

Upon  that  arm  recline. 


in. 

Has  he  not  pledged  his  word  to  save? 

Will  he  himself  deny? 
Will  he  not  hold  thee  fast  who  gave 

His  Son  for  thee  to  die? 


HYMNS.  2g 


IV. 

The  Father  chasteneth  whom  he  will, 
And  some  he  wills  to  spare ; 

But  not  the  less  he  loveth  still 
The  souls  that  meekly  bear. 

v. 

O  Lord,  my  timorous  heart  control; 

Forgive  my  doubt  and  sin  : 
Open  the  windows  of  my  soul 

And  let  thy  sunlight  in. 

1881. 


3o  HYMNS. 


IX 8,  7. 


3Sff)oIti  tfje  birtis  of  tfje  rjfabrn,  tfjat  tijrg  sofo  not,  ncitfjcr  00  ttjrg 
reap,  nor  gather  into  oarns ;  ano  jiour  ijeabcnlg  jFatijrr  fcctictf) 
ttjrm.     13c  not  therefore  anitous  for  tfj£  morrobo :  for  tfje 
morrobo  rotll  be  anxious  for  itself. — Matt.  vi.  26,  34. 


I. 

13  E  not  anxious  for  the  morrow, 
Let  the  morrow  have  its  cares: 

Soul,  be  not  forecasting  sorrow ; 

Grace  is  given  to  him  who  bears 

Crosses  that  he  does  not  borrow : 
God  controls  the  unawares. 


II. 

Neither  sowing,  neither  reaping, 
Gathering  not  to  store  away, 

Birds  are  in  the  Father's  keeping, — 
Cares  he  not  when  children  pray? 

Why  then,  faithless,  sighing,  weeping, 
Doubt  him  for  the  coining  day? 


f/yj/xs. 


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in. 

Lilies,  toiling  not  nor  spinning, 

Gleam  in  robes  beyond  compare : 

Never  king  from  time's  beginning 

Had  such  glorious  dress  to  wear  : 

Souls  that  cost  his  life  in  winning 

Christ  will  keep  with  loving  care. 


I::l. 


V 


2,2  HYMNS. 


X 8,  7,  4. 


Ulrssrti  arc  ttjosr  srrfaants  rurjom  trjc  ILoro  rjorjrn  fjc  ronutfj  srjall  fino 

teatrrjtnp;.— Luke  xii.  37. 

&3atcvj  rjr,  stano  fast  in  trjc  faittj,  quit  nou  like  men,  be  strong. 

1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 


I. 

A  ^ATCHERS  call'd  to  work  for  Jesus, 

To  the  glory  of  his  name, 
In  the  field  where'er  he  pleases 
Our  glad  services  to  claim, — 

Ever  ready ! 
This  our  watchword  and  our  aim. 


II. 

Watching  for  the  revelation 

Of  his  glory  and  his  grace, 

When  the  power  of  his  salvation 

Shall  subdue  earth's  rebel  race, — 

Always  watching, 
Always  standing  in  our  place. 


f/i'J/XS. 


o3 


III. 

Watching  for  the  coming  morning, 
Resting  in  the  Saviour's  might, 

Even  now  we  see  its  dawning, 

See  the  shafts  of  heavenly  light 

Pierce  the  darkness 
That  enwrapt  the  world  in  night. 


IV. 

Watching  while  our  hands  are  doing ; 

Loitering  not  on  conquer'd  ground ; 
Looking  forward,  still  pursuing, 

While  the  golden  trumpets  sound ; 
King  eternal ! 

True  to  thee  may  we  be  found. 


v. 

Watching,  hoping,  toiling,  praying, 

Till  the  victory  is  won, 
May  we  then  hear  Jesus  saying, 

"Toilers,  rest!    your  work  is  done!' 
As  we  enter 
Homes  of  rest  beyond  the  sun. 


34  HYMNS. 


XI S.  M. 


£ome,  inn  people,  enter  tf)ou  into  ttjg  eijambcrs,  an"D  stjut  tt)B  ooois 

about  i\)iz. — Isa.  xxvi.  20. 


I. 

ALONE  with  God  to-day, 
^^    My  soul  subdued  and  still, 
My  thoughts  ascend  the  upward  way 
To  Moses'  lonely  hill. 


11. 

From  Nebo's  utmost  height 
Mine  eyes  look  longingly 
To  the  far  distant  land  of  light 
Beyond  the  glassy  sea. 


in. 

I  seem  no  stranger  there, 
No  traveller  unknown: 
For  in  that  heavenly  land  so  fair, 
My  Lord  is  on  the  throne. 


HYMNS.  35 


IV. 


Among  the  company 

Who  serve  Him  day  and  night, 
Dear  ones  who  walk'd  on  earth  with  me 
Walk  now  in  robes  of  white. 


v. 


Their  work  and  waiting  done, 
He  call'd  them  of  His  grace; 
Their  higher  service  is  begun 
Before  the  Saviour's  face. 


TI. 

I  cannot  know  while  here 
The  joys  of  that  sweet  place 
Where  bliss  pervades  the  atmosphere 
As  ether  filleth  space. 

VII. 

So  I  in  gladness  wait 
Before  the  Lord  to-day, 
While  catching  glimpses  through  the  gate 
Of  glory  far  away. 

iSci. 


36  HYMNS. 


XII CM. 


&  fjigfj  priest. . .  trjat  fjatb  brrn  in  all  points  trmplctJ  like  as  foe  are, 
get  toitfjout  sin.— Heb.  vi.  15. 


I. 

A  \  7AS  Jesus  tempted  like  as  we, 
V  V    The  Holy  One  of  God  ? 
Were  paths  of  pain  and  poverty 
By  him,  our  Master,  trod? 

11. 

In  all  his  earth  was  there  no  place 

To  lay  his  head  upon, 
A  King  of  more  than  royal  race, 

Yea,  God's  eternal  Son  ? 

in. 

Did  he,  to  save  the  world  from  sin, 
Go  toiling  all  the  day  ? 

On  Olivet,  man's  soul  to  win, 
Did  he  at  midnight  pray  ? 


HYMNS.  37 


IV. 

And  did  he  in  his  sorest  strait 

Receive  the  bitter  cup, 
When  on  the  hill  beyond  the  gate 

His  life  he  offer' d  up? 

v. 

While  thus  the  sinless  Saviour  fared, 

Can  I,  dare  I  repine, 
When  sorrow,  want,  and  death  he  shared 

To  make  salvation  mine? 

VI. 

O  child  redeem' d  by  his  own  blood, 
Why  yield  to  anxious  care  ? 

Thou  canst  not  sink  beneath  the  flood 
When  Christ  is  walking  there. 

■ 

VII. 

Think  not  thv  Saviour  does  not  see 

When  Satan  casts  a  dart : 
No  arrow  ever  wounded  thee 

That  did  not  pierce  his  heart. 

VIII. 

The  great  High  Priest  is  touch' d  by  all 

Thy  weaknesses  and  woes ; 
And  he,  when  grievous  sorrows  fall, 

Sufficient  grace  bestows. 


38  HYMNS. 


d~ 


■ 


XIII S.  M. 


©  Horfo,  mg  strcnrjtfj,  anto  mg  fortress,  anti  mg  rrfuge  in  trjf  tag  of 

affliction.— Jer.  xvi.  19. 


I. 

T   HAVE  no  hiding-place, 
No  refuge  from  the  blast, 
But  in  the  arms  of  Jesus'  grace 
Around  about  me  cast. 


11. 

Though  I  see  not  His  hand, 
I  feel  its  loving  power : 
And  guardian  angels  near  me  stand 
In  my  distressful  hour. 


in. 

I  dare  not  look  within, 

But  heavenward  turn  my  gaze ; 
And  lest  my  grief  become  my  sin, 
My  tongue  breaks  out  in  praise. 


HYMNS.  39 


IV. 


Though  tears  mine  eyes  bedim, 
He  dries  the  tears  I  shed  ; 
And  in  my  soul  I  sing  a  hymn, 
Content  and  comforted. 


18a  . 


4o  HYMNS. 


XIV 8,  7,  p. 


#?fm  tfiat  turnrtf)  tfjr  srjaooto  of  oratl)  into  tt)c  morning. 

Amos  v.  8. 


AFTER  the  darkness  of  the  night 
Light  cometh  in  the  morning  ; 
After  the  winter  and  its  blight 

Spring  wakes  in  new  adorning. 


ii. 

After  the  sowing  of  the  seed 

The  harvest  greets  the  reaper ; 

After  the  day  of  loving  deed 
Soft  rest  enfolds  the  sleeper. 


in. 

After  the  tempest's  course  is  run 
A  calm  pervades  the  waters ; 

After  the  work  of  life  is  done 

God  calls  his  sons  and  daughters. 


HYMNS. 


4i 


IV. 


After  the  closing  of  the  eye 

They  wake  with  Christ  in  heaven  ; 
After  the  final  victory 

The  crown  of  life  is  given. 


1881. 


42  HYMNS. 


XV CM. 


%>o  miflfjtilg  grffo  tijc  fooro"  of  tljr  ILortJ  anti  prcbailco". — Acts   xix.  20. 


I. 

'THE  morning  of  the  centuries 
"*•    Beheld  a  light  arise, 
That  in  their  heavenly  ministries 
Ne'er  fell  on  angels'  eyes. 


XI. 

Through  all  the  ancient  days  it  seem'd 

A  planet  new-begun ; 
It  grew  in  fulness  till  it  beam'd 

A  sun  beyond  the  sun. 


in. 

When  earth  with  clouds  of  sin  was  dark, 

It  made  an  open  way ; 
E'en  where  it  glimmer'd  as  a  spark, 

Some  souls  received  the  ray; 


HYMNS.  43 


IV. 


And  they  became  the  sons  of  God 

Amid  a  scoffing  race ; 
While  bloody  was  the  way  they  trod, 

His  peace  lit  up  their  face. 


v. 


They  seal'd  their  constancy  with  blood; 

And  where  the  martyrs  died 
A  multitude  arose  and  stood, 


And  God  was  glorified. 


VI. 

That  sun  has  never  ceased  to  shine 

Upon  the  King's  domain, 
Pouring  from  heaven  a  light  divine 

To  make  its  pathway  plain. 

VII. 

Till  centuries  shall  be  no  more, 
Its  light  shall  not  grow  dim ; 

And  Christ's  redeem'd  on  heaven's  shore 
Shall  sing  redemption's  hymn. 

x38z. 


44  HYMNS. 


XVI CM. 


(Prorr  mo  steps  in  tfjg  foorti;  ano  let  not  ann  iniquity  ijabc  nonunion 

ofarr  mc. — Ps.  cxix.  133. 


I. 


/^IVE  me  to  know  thy  will,  O  God, 
^-^  And  may  I  see  to-day 
A  light  from  heaven  upon  my  road 
To  clearly  point  the  way : 


11. 

That  I  may  know  just  what  to  do, 
And  what  to  leave  undone, 

And  be  unto  thy  service  true 
From  dawn  to  setting  sun : 


in. 

That  I  may  speak  the  timely  word, 
And  timely  silence  keep, — 

By  passion's  hasty  words  unstirr'd 
That  cause  the  soul  to  weep: 


HYMNS.  45 


IV. 


That  I  may  hold  my  thoughts  in  check, 

And  every  wild  desire 
That  rises  quick  at  pleasure's  beck 

And  flames  into  a  fire  : 


v. 


That  I  may  kiss  the  needed  rod, 
And  patient  bear  the  blow ; 

And  say,  'Tis  from  the  love  of  God; 
My  Father  wills  it  so. 


VI. 


Lord  Jesus!    from  thy  holy  place 
The  Spirit  on  me  breathe : 

Open  the  mantle  of  thy  grace 
And  keep  my  soul  beneath. 


r->-  >. 


■  j  ■ 


46  HYMNS. 


XVII 8,  7,  4. 


i3ut  tolpilf  \)t  foas  get  afar  off,  fjis  father  safoo  f)im,  anU  fcuas  mobcto 
bjtti)  compassion. — Luke  xv.  20. 


I. 

TH^AR  away  the  Saviour  saw  me, 
Lost  and  wandering  in  the  wild: 

By  his  love  he  sought  to  draw  me, — 
Me  unworthy  and  defiled, — 

As  a  father 
Calls  to  him  his  erring  child. 


11. 

I  saw  not  the  hand  that  beckon'd, 
I  heard  not  his  gracious  call, 

Till  the  joys  on  which  I  reckon'd, 
Worldly  joys,  had  perish'd  all ; 

Then  his  mercy 
Led  me  at  his  feet  to  fall. 


HYMNS.  47 


in. 

Jesus  broke  the  chains  that  bound  me, 
And  his  freeman  I  became : 

Robes  of  grace  he  threw  around  me, 
Covering  all  my  sin  and  shame : 

O  how  precious 
Is  my  great  Deliverer's  name ! 


IV. 

Over  all  and  bless'd  forever, 
God  on  his  eternal  throne, 

Who  the  bond  of  love  can  sever 
That  unites  to  Christ  his  own? 
Lord  Jehovah ! 

Glory  be  to  Thee  alone. 

1882. 


48  HYMNS. 


XVIII S.  M. 


©  mn  (Soli,  mg  soul  ts  cast  tioiim  foitijtn  inc.- Ps.  xlii.  6. 


I. 

A /TY  soul  cries  out  to  God, 
^  Like  children  in  the  night, 

Who  fear  some  evil  is  abroad 
Because  they  see  no  light. 


ii. 

There's  darkness  on  the  path, 
And  pitfalls  line  the  way, 
Till  fear  of  coming  trouble  hath 
An  overpowering  sway. 


in. 

It  may  be  faith  is  weak  ; 
Perchance  the  heart  is  faint, 
And  in  unutter'd  words  would  speak 
Its  longing,  hungering  plaint. 


HYMNS.  49 


IV. 


The  duties  left  undone, 
The  follies  unforgiven, 
Rise  up  like  clouds  before  the  sun 
And  vail  the  face  of  heaven. 


v. 


So,  desolate  and  lone, 
The  soul  lifts  up  its  cry 
To  Christ  upon  his  gracious  throne 
Of  majesty  on  high. 


VI. 

Lord,  calm  this  restless  mind, 
From  murmuring  set  me  free, 
And  strength  and  comfort  let  me  find 
In  earnest  work  for  Thee. 

1882. 


W 


5o  HYMNS. 


XIX CM. 


£f)erefore  for  tfjg  name's  sake  leati  me,  antj  guioe  me. 

Ps.  xxxi.  3. 


I. 

TORD,  take  and  lead  me  as  a  child 
■^    That  knows  not  how  to  go, 
Alike  when  day  is  calm  and  mild 
And  night's  wild  tempests  blow. 


11. 

If  grief  and  pain  be  mine  to  bear 
And  sorrows  bow  my  head, 

Let  not  my  heart  sink  in  despair 
As  though  my  Lord  were  dead. 


in. 

When  I  am  weary,  on  the  breast 
Of  Him  who  died  for  me, 

O  let  my  laden  spirit  rest, 

From  care  and  worry  free. 


HYMNS.  51 


IV. 


When  joy  shall  fill  1113-  earth  and  skies 

With  a  serenest  calm, 
Then  may  my  thoughts  to  Thee  arise 

In  one  continual  psalm. 


v. 

When  some  sad  brother  turns  to  me 
In  sore  and  heavy  grief, 

May  I  be  quick  in  sympathy 
And  quicker  in  relief. 


VI 

When  some  poor  soul  is  sick  of  sin 
And  seeks  the  way  to  God, 

O  make  me  wise  that  soul  to  win 
To  take  the  heavenward  road. 


VII. 

Lord,  in  the  dark  and  in  the  light 
Still  keep  me  in  thy  way, 

A  child  whose  hand  is  clasped  tight 
In  thine  by  night  and  day. 


52  HYMNS. 


XX C.  M. 


^urn  tfirrr  si)all  tlin  fiantj  Irati  mr,  antJ  ti)n  ritjljt  ijanti  shall  l)oIti  iur. 

Ps.  cxxxix.  10. 


I. 

AGAIN  I  take  with  hopeful  heart 
^   My  life's  allotted  task: 
To  do  it  well  the  grace  impart ; 
This,  Lord,  I  humbly  ask. 


ii. 

The  day's  perplexing  mysteries 
I  may  not  understand : 

Be  it  enough  my  Father  sees 
And  holds  them  in  his  hand. 


in. 

My  duty  for  the  day  is  plain,— 
To  go  where  God  shall  call, 

Or,  patient,  hold  the  tangled  skein 
While  he  unravels  all. 


J/YMNS. 


53 


IV. 


I  may  not  ask  that  no  rough  wind 
Upon  my  head  shall  blow, 

Yet  I  ma)'  pray  that  I  shall  find 
Strength  in  the  day  of  wo. 


It  may  be  night,  it  may  be  day, 
A  path  I  ne'er  have  gone, — 

Whate'er  shall  be  thy  time  or  way, 
My  Father !  lead  me  on. 


1S82. 


54  HYMNS. 


XXI C.  M. 


Canst  tf)ou  op.  srardjincj  fintr  out  (goto?    ranst  tf)ou  fi'nti  out  tljc 
Slmiojljtg  unto  perfection.— Job  xi.  7. 


I. 

TN  vain  the  ways  of  Providence 
With  anxious  gaze  we  scan : 
To  find  out  God  by  human  sense 
It  is  not  given  to  man. 


11. 

Enough  to  know  he  cannot  err 
When  worlds  his  plans  fulfil ; 

That  not  a  blade  of  grass  can  stir 
But  at  its  Maker's  will. 


in. 

Enough  to  know  that  God  is  just, 
Yet  with  a  father's  heart ; 

Enough  with  loving  faith  to  trust 
When  earthly  friends  depart. 


HYMNS.  55 


IV. 


Enough  to  know  he  gave  his  Son 
The  sin  and  grief  to  bear 

When  men  like  sheep  astray  had  gone, 
And  none  to  help  was  there. 


v. 


The  Lord  is  just,  the  Lord  is  good: 
His  ways  we  cannot  trace : 

Yet  he  who  as  our  ransom  stood 
Is  Lord  of  life  and  grace. 


illz. 


^  t 


^^d^mm®i^<~ 


I 


56  HYMNS. 


XXII CM. 


(Take  trjg  part  in  suffering  tjartjsrjtp,  as  a  gooti  soltiirr  of  Crjrist 

Jlcsus. — 2  Tim.  ii.  3. 


I. 

T  \  -THIIvE  some  may  run  an  easy  pace 

With  self-reliant  boast, 
The  Lord  e'er  gives  to  those  his  grace 
Who  seek  and  need  it  most. 


11. 

Beneath  a  quiet  smile  may  lie 
A  sorrow  of  the  soul 

That  needs  a  daily  victory 
To  hold  it  in  control. 


in. 

And  they  who  bear  the  battle's  brunt, 
And  temperd  weapons  wield, 

Shall  stand  up  grandly  in  the  front 
And  hold  the  conquer'd  field. 


HYMNS.  57 


IV. 


God's  rank  and  file,  in  battle  line 
And  truth's  divine  array, 

Shall  set  their  camp  at  day's  decline 
Along  the  King's  highway 


v. 


To  that  good  land,  by  sense  unknown, — 
That  land  whose  name  is  Heaven, — 

Where  Christ  doth  gather  all  his  own, 
And  crowns  of  life  are  given. 


1881. 


~&> 


58  HYMNS. 


XXIII 8,  7,  4. 


(Pur  ILortJ  Jrsus  Cfjrist  .  .  .  tfje  blesscti  ano  onto  potentate,  tfjc  liing 

of  kings,  antj  ILortJ  of  lortjg;  torjo  onlg  rjatrj  immortalitg,  ororllinfi  in 

lifltjt  unapproachable,  forjom  no  man  ijattj  seen,  nor  ran  gee : 

to  rorjom  oe  fjonour  ano  pomer  rternal.    &nun. 

1  Tim.  vi.  14-16. 


I. 

T)IvESSED  be  thy  name  forever, 
I/)rd  and  Christ,  eternal  King ! 

While  we  live,  our  tongues  shall  never 
Fail  thy  glorious  praise  to  sing, — 

While  before  Thee 
Thankful  offerings  we  bring. 


IT. 

In  the  fulness  of  the  ages 

Thou  as  man  didst  come  to  earth  : 
Welcomed  by  the  wisest  sages, 

Israel  saw  not  thy  worth, — 
Yet  what  glory 

Heralded  thy  wondrous  birth ! 


HYMNS.  59 


in. 

Scorn'd  by  cruel  men,  they  slew  thee, 
Thou  the  Maker  of  them  all! 

Though  so  few  were  they  that  knew  thee, 
Blest  were  they  whom  thou  didst  call, — 

Like  their  Master, 
By  the  hand  of  man  to  fall. 


IV. 

Throned  in  thy  eternal  glory, 
Myriads  worship  at  thy  feet: 

May  we  bend  with  them  before  thee 

When  our  work  shall  be  complete, — 
By  thy  Spirit 

Made  for  heavenly  service  meet. 

1883. 


60  HYMNS. 

tyf*  XXIV 8,7. 


Come  unto  mc,  all  gc  tfjat  labour  anti  arc  fjcabg  Iaticn,  antJ  £  toill 
giuc  gou  rest. — Matt.  xi.  28. 


I. 

AT  the  door  of  mercy  sighing 
With  the  burden  of  my  sin, 
Day  and  night  my  soul  is  crying, 
"Open,  Lord,  and  let  me  in." 
Waiting  mid  the  darkness  dreary, 

Stretching  out  my  hands  to  Thee, 
In  the  refuge  for  the  weary 

Is  there  not  a  place  for  me  ? 


11. 

I  have  sought  to  earn  thy  favour, 

Caring  not  for  toil  or  cost ; 
Yet  I  find  not  him  my  Saviour, 

Him  who  came  to  seek  the  lost. 
Blessed  Master !   in  thy  pity 

Teach  me  what  I  ought  to  do, 
So  that  in  the  holy  city 

I  may  gain  an  entrance  too. 


HYMNS.  6 1 


in. 

Hark !    what  sounds  mine  ear  receiveth, 

Sweet  as  songs  of  seraphim  ! 
"He  that  in  the  Lord  believeth 

Life  eternal  hath  in  Him. 
At  the  outer  door  why  staying  ? 

Nothing,  soul !    hast  thou  to  pay  : 
Christ  in  love  to  thee  is  saying, 

Weary  child,  come  in  to-day." 


IV. 

I  knew  not  of  Jesus'  kindness ! 
I  knew  not  of  Jesus'  grace  ! 

0  the  blackness  of  the  blindness 

That  could  not  behold  his  face  ! 

1  saw  not  the  door  was  open, 

Xor  my  Lord  invite  me  in : 
Grace  is  mine  beyond  my  hoping, 

Mercy  mightier  than  my  sin. 

1871. 


62  HYMNS. 


XXV 8,  7,  4. 


JTrar  not;   £  am  i\)t  first  antJ  t\)t  last. . . .  £  am  tf)e  <2lpfja  ant:  trjf 

iPmega,  trje  beginning  antJ  ttje  cno.   £  toill  gibe  unto  rjim  tfjat  is 

atijirst  of  tijf  fountain  of  ttjc  ujatcr  of  life  frcclg.. 

Rev.  i.  17.  xxi.  6. 


I. 

JESUS !  when  my  soul  is  parting 
From  this  body  frail  and  weak, 
And  the  deathly  dew  is  starting 

Down  this  pale  and  wasted  cheek,- 

Thine,  my  Saviour, 
Be  the  name  I  last  shall  speak. 


11. 

Jesus !    when  my  memory  wanders 
Far  from  loved  ones  at  my  side, 

And  in  fitful  dreaming  ponders 

Who  are  they  that  near  me  glide,— 

Last,  my  Saviour, 
Let  my  thoughts  on  thee  abide. 


HYMNS.  63 


in. 

When  the  morn  in  all  its  glory 

Charms  no  more  mine  ear  nor  eye, 

And  the  shadows  closing  o'er  me 
Warn  me  of  the  time  to  die, — 

Last,  my  Saviour, 
Let  me  see  thee  standing  by. 


IV. 

When  my  feet  shall  pass  the  river, 
And  upon  the  farther  shore 

I  shall  walk,  redeem'd  for  ever, 
Ne'er  to  sin — to  die  no  more, — 
First,  Lord  Jesus ! 

Let  me  see  thee,  and  adore. 

1848. 


«®$m^ 


■ .  • 


64  HYMNS. 


XXVI CM. 


2Tf)f  peace  of  ®oti,  fofji'rt)  passctf)  all  unocrstanotnij.— Phil.  iv.  7 


I. 

TV /T  Y  soul  is  resting  in  God's  peace, 

Without  a  care  or  fear: 
The  tumults  of  my  bosom  cease, 
For  Christ  my  Lord  is  here. 


11. 

The  Spirit  poureth  from  on  high 

A  sanctifying  tide  ; 
And,  bathing  in  its  stream  of  joy, 

My  soul  is  satisfied. 


in. 

He  driveth  curious  doubts  away, 
He  giveth  childlike  faith  ; 

And  so  I  take  the  yea  or  nay 
Just  as  my  Saviour  saith. 


HYMNS.  6* 


IV. 

I  have  not  other  wish  to  be 

Than  what  my  Lord  ordains ; 

So  what  He  knoweth  best  for  me, 
That  be  my  richest  gains. 


v. 

A  spirit  meek  and  quieted 
Is  better  than  a  crown ; 

How  rich  the  blessing  on  the  head 
That  Jesus  sendeth  down ! 


VI. 

Here  in  his  banquet-house  I  bide, 
His  banner  o'er  me  love, 

And  wait  the  coming  eventide 
Of  perfect  peace  above. 


1S70 


66  HYMNS. 


XXVII 6,  5. 


Qrato  nigi)  to  (Goto,  ano  \)c  foill  orafo  nicjf)  to  gou.— James  iv.  8. 


I. 

"pvRAW  nigh  to  the  Holy, 

Bend  low  at  His  throne  ; 
There,  penitent,  lowly, 

Thy  sinfulness  own : 
There,  there,  if  thou  yearnest 

For  pardon  and  rest, 
There,  fervent  and  earnest, 

Prefer  thy  request. 


11. 

Confess  thy  backsliding, 

Thy  weakness  and  fears ; 
In  Jesus  confiding, 

There  pour  out  thy  tears. 
Think  not  He  will  scorn  thee, 

Though  wretched  thy  case; 
His  hands  will  adorn  thee 

With  garments  of  grace. 


HYMNS.  67 


in. 

More  precious  than  treasure, 

More  vast  than  the  sea, 
His  love  has  no  measure 

Nor  limit  to  thee. 
His  easy  yoke  wearing, 

His  pleasure  abide ; 
In  all  thy  cross-bearing, 

He'll  walk  bv  thy  side. 

IV. 

Fear  not  the  wild  clangour 

That  Satan  may  raise, 
So  God's  righteous  anger 

But  pass  from  thy  ways. 
Whom  Christ  has  forgiven 

Goes  safely  along, 
Till  in  the  high  heaven 

He  sings  the  new  song. 

v. 

Then  kneel  to  the  Holy, 

Bend  low  at  His  throne  ; 

There,  penitent  lowly, 
Thy  sinfulness  own  : 

There,  soul !    if  thou  yearnest 
For  pardon  and  rest, 

There,  fervent  and  earnest, 

Prefer  thy  request. 
6* 


68  HYMNS. 


XXVIII 8,  7. 

£rje  broupjrjt  an  alabaster  rruse  of  ointment. — Luke  vii.  37. 


I. 


^\  \  7TTH  a  cruse  of  alabaster, 

Full  of  spikenard  rich  and  sweet, 
Stands  she  weeping  near  the  Master, 
While  her  tears  bedew  his  feet. 

11. 

Her  soft  hair,  a  silken  towel, 

Wipes  away  the  vagrant  tears, — 

Tears  her  eager  heart's  avowal 
Of  a  love  that  hath  no  fears. 

in. 

"  Knows  he  not  she  is  a  sinner?" 
Inly  speaks  the  Pharisee 
Who  had  bidden  Christ  to  dinner 
When  he  dwelt  in  Bethany. 

IV. 

Lost  on  her  the  sneer  that  hisses 
Serpent-like  within  its  den : 

She  with  spikenard,  tears,   and  kisses, 
Laves  the  weary  feet  again. 


HYMNS.  69 


v. 

She  a  sinner,  he  the  Saviour ! 

Meet  it  is  that  she  should  come : 
Who  hath  greater  need  of  favour 

Than  a  soul  that  has  no  home? 

VI. 

Known  to  Christ  her  whole  condition, 
At  its  best  and  at  its  worst, — 

She  who  bends  in  meek  contrition, 
She  who  is  of  man  accurst. 

VII. 

O  the  mercy  of  the  Master ! 

O  the  pity  of  our  Lord ! 
E'en  the  cruse  of  alabaster 

Is  with  grace  and  pardon  stored ! 

VIII. 

As  the  glorious  bow  in  heaven 

Cheers  the  earth  when  tempests  cease 

So  his  words:   "Thou  art  forgiven! 

Faith  hath  saved  thee:  go  in  peace!' 

1892. 


7o  HYMNS. 


XXIX CM. 


OTrjat  time  E  am  afrattr,  £  iuill  trust  in  trjee— Ps.  lvi.  3. 


I. 


'T^HE  billows  round  me  rise  and  roll, 

The  storms  of  worldly  care 
Beat  heavily  upon  my  soul, 

And  shroud  me  in  despair : 
Forsaken,  comfortless,  betray'd, 

\Yith  none  to  succour  me, — 
Father !    what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


11. 

As   feeble  as  the  bruised  reed, 

Infirm  to  will  or  do ; 
Oft  working  out  the  ungrateful  deed 

'  Twere  better  to  eschew  ; 
How  were  the  sinking  soul  dismay 'd 

But  for  this  refuge-plea, — 
Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid. 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


HYMNS.  71 


in. 

When  hope  is  faint,  and  faith  is  weak, 

And  fears  the  bosom  fill, 
And  I  a  strong  assurance  seek    * 

That  thou  art  gracious  still ; 
I  rest  upon  thy  promise -word, 

To  thine  own  truth  I  flee : 
Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 


IV. 

When  saintly  paleness  marks  my  face, 
And  dimness  fills  mine  eye, 

And,  hoping  only  in  thy  grace, 
I  bow  my  head  to  die  ; 

If,  entering  in  the  vale  of  shade. 
Nor  sun  nor  star  I  see, 

Father,  what  time  I  am  afraid, 

Then  will  I  trust  in  Thee  ! 

1853- 


72  HYMNS. 


XXX CM. 


!fc?r  pragrti  again  ;   artti  tfjc  fjrafcrn  cjabc  rain,  anti  trjr  rartij  brought 
forrrj  fjcr  fruit.— James  v.  18. 


I. 

r\  GRACIOUS  Father!    send  us  showers, 

The  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
To  cheer  the  corn,  the  grass,  the  flowers, 

On  mountain-side  and  plain. 


ii. 

Command  the  pregnant  clouds .  to  rise 

And  vail  the  fiery  sun, 
While  from  the  fountains  of  the  skies 

The  streams  of  blessing  run. 


in. 

O  gracious  Father !    send  us  showers ; 

The  cattle  mutely  stand 
Amid  the  scorch'd  and  wither'd  bowers; 

Have  mercy  on  our  land  ! 


HYMNS.  73 


IV. 


The  spider's  web  is  on  the  mead, 
The  worm  consumes  the  leaf; 

And  all  thy  works  before  Thee  plead 
The  silent  plea  of  grief. 


v. 


O  gracious  Father  !    send  us  showers ; 

Regard  our  earnest  cries ; 
But  meek  submission  still  be  ours 

While  our  petitions  rise. 


VI. 


To  Thee  each  living  thing  looks  up ; 

Thou  mad'st — thou'lt  not  destroy  : 
The  overflow  of  mercy's  cup 

Shall  wake  creation's  joy. 


1852. 


5-fj  >  '<  ---=- 
^ 


74  HYMNS. 


XXXI L,.  M. 


JFor  so  \)z  gtoftf)  \)is  udouco  sUrp. — Ps.  cxxvii.  2. 


I. 

TN  tearless  anguish  once  I  lay, 
And  every  tender  string  of  life 

Was  rudely  smitten  by  disease, 

And  nature  quiver'd  in  the  strife. 


11. 

To  God  I  look'd  for  help  the  while 

The  lingering  moments  seem'd  to  creep, 
These  words  of  grace  broke  on  my  mind, 
"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 


in. 

A  gentle  peace,  like  evening  winds 

In  summer  from  the  ocean's  breast, 

Moved  o'er  my  sighing,  sinking  soul, 

And  soothed  my  murmurings  all  to  rest ; 


HYMXS.  75 


IV. 


And  through  that  weary  night  of  pain, 

When  it  were  manliness  to  weep, 
My  soul  was  comforted  by  this, 
"He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep."   . 


v. 


When  prison'd  long,  my  soul  would  fain 
Leap  through  her  fragile  walls  and  flee, 

But  on  the  unmeasured  life  beyond 
She,  halting,  gazes  tremblingly; 


VI. 

Then  may  I  simply  trust  in  Him 

Whose  arms  his  feeblest  follower  keep, 

And  close  mine  eyes,  and  say,  in  death, 

He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep!" 

1842. 


<< 


76  I/V.UNS. 


XXXII CM. 


©r  rbrr  ttje  silbrr  rortj  be  loosrtJ,  or  ifie  goltirn  bofol  be  broken. 

Eccl.  xii.  6. 


I. 

T^HE  day  is  wearing  fast  away, 
The  night  is  coming  on, 

To  end  the  earthly  pilgrimage 
Begun  at  being's  dawn. 


ii. 

The  voice  of  earthly  friends  no  more 
Within  my  soul  can  reach ; 

Another  world  hath  round  me  grown, 
Earth  hath  another  speech. 


in. 

Now  fain  am  I  to  go  when  He 
Who  sent  me  here  shall  call : 

I  wait  his  gentle  breath  to  cause 
The  ancient  tree  to  fall. 


HYMNS.  77 


IV. 


I  long  to  lay  my  burden  down, 
And  in  earth's  bosom  rest 

As  calmly  as  an  infant  sleeps 
Upon  its  mother's  breast. 


v. 


Welcome,  approaching  shades  of  even, 
By  idling  triflers  shunn'd ! 

I  see  the  immortal  life  of  heaven, 
And  Christ,  my  God,  beyond ! 


iSao. 


78  HYMNS. 


XXXIII 8,  7,  4. 


i3rtrr  boas  grtcbefc  bcrause  \)t  sail!  unto  ijint  tfje  tfjt'ro  time,  ILobrst 

tt)ou  me?    3no  i)c  saiti  unto  i)tm,  ILoro,  tf)ou  knoforst  all 

tijincjs;  tfjou  knotocst  tfjat  E  lobe  ttjcc. — John  xxi.  17. 


I. 

A  RT  thou  in  thy  spirit  lowly, 
^*-  Like  the  Man  of  Nazareth? 
Art  thou  seeking  to  be  wholly 

Join'd  to  him,  come  life,  come  death? 

Lov'st  thou  Jesus 
More  than  thine  own  vital  breath? 


11, 

Is  thy  bosom  full  of  sorrow? 

Is  a  cloud  upon  thy  way? 
Why  the  worldling's  burden  borrow  ? 

Child  of  grace  and  promise,  say ! 
Lov'st  thou  Jesus? 

Joy  should  be  thy  guest  to-day. 


HYMNS.  79 


in. 

Hath  God  made  all  men  to  praise  thee? 

Or  art  thou  to  fame  unknown  ? 
Only  seek  that  he  should  raise  thee 

Up  to  an  immortal  throne. 
IvOv'st  thou  Jesus? 

He'll  provide  for  all  his  own. 


IV. 

Care  not  thou  how  low  thy  station, 
If  thy  God  hath  chosen  thee 

Heir  of  glory  and  salvation 
Now  and  evermore  to  be ! 
Lov'st  thou  Jesus? 

Life  is  thine  eternally. 

1870. 


/s>  •8©rtie«°  (TV 


8o  I/YMNS. 


XXXIV c.M. 


Z\)tn  \)t  arose,  anti  rrbukrti  tfjr  fotnos  antJ  tfjc  sra;   anti  trjrrc 
foas  a  grfat  calm. — Matt.  viii.  26. 


I. 

HTHE  darkness  of  the  night  came  down 

And  on  my  soul  it  lay, 
As  if  my  righteous  Maker's  frown 

Were  gathering  round  my  way. 


II. 

As  lonely  as  if  I  alone 

In  all  the  earth  were  left, — 
As  helpless  as  an  infant-one 

Of  mother's  care  bereft, — 


in. 

How  swift  and  sure  had  been  my  doom 

Had  Christ  forgotten  me  ! 
A  voice  arose  amid  the  gloom, 
uThy  Saviour  loveth  thee!" 


HYMNS.  8 1 


IV. 


Immediately  there  was  a  calm, 
A  calm  without,  within  ; 

For  Jesus  wrote  upon  my  palm 
Full  pardon  of  my  sin. 


v. 

The  inward  tempests  rage  no  more, 

The  spirit's  sorrows  cease, 
When  Jesus  stands  upon  the  shore, 

And  gently  whispers,  "Peace!" 

1846. 


82  HYMNS. 


XXXV 8,  7,  4. 


E  sijall  gtbc  ti;rc  tf)c  flatten  for  tfjine  inheritance,  ana  tfjc  uttermost 
parts  of  tf)e  eartf)  for  tijs  possession. — Ps.  ii.  8. 


I. 

/^OD  has  said  it, — and  his  promise 
^^  Stands  as  firmly  as  his  throne, — 
Earth  shall  be  a  sure  possession 

Granted  to  his  Son  alone ; 
And  the  heathen 

Jesus'  gracious  reign  shall  own. 


11. 

Where  a  soul  in  guilt  is  lying, 

There  his  gospel  shall  be  sent; 

Life  and  grace  for  wretches  dying, 
Balm  for  bosoms  sad  and  rent : 

News  of  mercy, 
All  shall  hear  the  call,  Repent! 


HYMNS.  83 


in. 

Thou  the  Lord  of  all  creation, 
Every  living  soul  is  thine  : 

May  the  grace  of  thy  salvation 

On  the  lands  of  darkness  shine : 

Holy  Spirit! 
To  thyself  the  world  incline. 


IV. 

Words  of  precious  promise,  spoken 
In  thy  faithfulness  and  love, 

Never,  never  can  be  broken 

While  thou  reignest  King  above : 
Let  thy  mercies 

Thy  abounding  goodness  prove. 

1841. 


Q 


84  HYMNS. 


XXXVI 7,  6. 


gra,  trjougrj  1:  foalk  trjrougrj  tfjr  ballcn  of  ti)c  sfjatiouj  of  ocatij,  £  toill 

fear  no  cbtl :   for  trjou  art  tottf)  mc ;  ttjg  rotj  anti  ti)a  staff 

trjcij  comfort  mc. — Ps.  xxiii.  4. 


I. 

HPHERE  is  a  land  immortal, 
A    The  beautiful  of  lands ; 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands : 
He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door ; 
And  mortals  who  pass  through  it 
Are  mortal  nevermore. 


11. 

That  glorious  land  is  Heaven, 

And  Death  the  sentry  grim : 
The  Lord  thereof  has  given 

The  opening  keys  to  him ; 
And  ransom'd  spirits,  sighing 

And  sorrowful  for  sin, 
Pass  through  the  gate  in  dying, 

And  freely  enter  in. 


HYMNS.  85 


in. 

Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 

That  leads  unto  the  gate, 
Yet  grace  attends  the  message 

To  souls  that  watch  and  wait ; 
And  at  the  time  appointed 

A  messenger  comes  down, 
And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 

From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 


IV. 

Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing; 

They're  blessed  in  their  tears : 
Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 

They  leave  on  earth  their  fears. 
Death  like  an  angel  seeming, 

"We  welcome  thee!"    they  cry: 
Their  eyes  with  rapture  gleaming, 

'Tis  life  for  them  to  die. 


1845. 


o •         9 

(3  I  (D 


86  HYMNS. 


XXXVII L.  M. 


It  is  Glofc  forjtrfj  foorkctfj  in  gou  botrj  to  foill  anti  to  foork,  for  rjis 
gooti  pleasure. — Phil.  ii.  13. 


I. 

,rT*IS  well  that  thou,  my  God,  shouldst  be 

The  master  of  my  destiny ; 
For  were  my  lot  placed  in  my  hand, 
Where  should  my  sure  salvation  stand? 


11. 

Beset  around  with  wily  snares, 
And  cumber'd  with  uncounted  cares, 
What  arm  but  thine  alone  can  hold 
My  soul  within  thy  saving  fold? 


in. 

The  things  of  sense  allure  mine  eyes, 
And  sudden  sins  my  soul  surprise : 
Were  I  no  more  thy  grace  to  share, 
Then  naught  were  left  me  but  despair. 


HYMNS.  87 


IV. 


I  know  that  I  am  safe  with  thee ; 
Then  in  thy  hands  my  portion  be  : 
I  cannot  fear  what  may  betide 
When  on  thyself  my  hopes  abide. 


Let  sinless  ones  on  merit  stand, 

I  seek  for  mercy  at  thy  hand  : 

No  other  way  of  help  I  see, 

Thy  grace  in  Christ  must  work  for  me. 


VI. 


A  wretch  were  I  to  lean  upon 
The  works  my  erring  hands  have  done 
I  stand  a  suppliant,  with  the  plea, 
Atoning  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


VII. 


O  let  thy  Spirit  day  by  day 
Uphold  me  in  the  upward  way: 
Enough  for  me  that  thou  wilt  keep 
The  feeblest  of  thy  chosen  sheep. 


1846. 


88  HYMNS. 


XXXVIII 8,  7. 


ILrt  not  gour  tytaxt  be  troublco :  gc  bcliroc  in  ®otr,  bflifbf  also  in  me. 

John  xiv.  1. 


I. 

T3EAR  the  burden  of  the  present, 
Let  the  morrow  bear  its  own ; 

If  the  morning  sky  be  pleasant, 

Why  the  coming  night  bemoan? 


11. 

If  the  darken'd  heavens  lower, 

Wrap  thy  cloak  around  thy  form ; 

Though  the  tempest  rise  in  power, 
God  is  mightier  than  the  storm. 


in. 

Steadfast  faith  and  hope  unshaken 
Animate  the  trusting  breast ; 

Step  by  step  the  journey's  taken 
Nearer  to  the  land  of  rest 


J 


HYMNS.  89 


IV. 


All  unseen,  the  Master  walketh 
By  the  toiling  servant's  side : 

Comfortable  words  he  talketh, 

While  his  hands  uphold  and  guide. 


v. 


Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  breast  to  him  unknown  ; 

He  to-day  and  He  to-morrow 

Grace  sufficient  gives  his  own. 


VI. 


Holy  strivings  nerve  and  strengthen, 
Long  endurance  wins  the  crown : 
When  the  evening  shadows  lengthen, 

Thou  shalt  lay  the  burden  down. 

1852. 


9o  HYMNS. 


xxxix cm. 


<3  fjost  compassrtj  i\)z  n'tg  fcotf)  faiti)  fiorsrs  antJ  rijartots. 

2  Kings  vi.  15. 


I. 

T  TNSEEN  by  them,  a  glorious  host 
^    About  God's  people  stand: 
The  heavenly  watchers  hold  the  post 
At  his  supreme  command. 


11. 

There  is  no  child  of  God  too  high 
To  need  their  constant  care, 

And  none  too  deep  in  poverty 
Their  daily  help  to  share. 


in. 

When  loved  ones  go,  and  earth  is  lone, 
As  if  no  friend  were  near, 

Then  unseen  angels  from  the  throne 
Bring  helpful  words  of  cheer. 


HYMNS.  91 


IV. 


The  sun  of  hope  breaks  through  our  gloom, 
And  wondering  whence  it  came, 

We  start,  like  Mary  at  the  tomb 
When  Jesus  call'd  her  name. 


When  morning  dawns,  the  darkness  flies: 

When  showers  at  evening  fall, 
A  rainbow  links  the  earth  and  skies: 

Our  God  is  over  all. 

1882. 


s* 


92  HYMNS. 


XL C.  M.  P. 


&rrtJ  after  tfjc  fire,  a  still  small  botrc— i  Kings  xix.  12. 


I. 

T^LIJAH  stood  upon  the  mount: 

^  Behold,  the  Lord  pass'd  by: 

A  great  strong  wind  the  mountain  rent, 

The  shiver' d  rocks  did  fly: 
Jehovah  was  not  in  the  wind, — 

Behold,  the  Lord  pass'd  by. 


11. 

After  the  wind  an  earthquake  crash' d, 
As  if  the  end  were  nigh : 

Not  in  the  earthquake  was  the  Lord 
Before  the  prophet's  eye : 

Not  in  the  earthquake  nor  the  wind,— 
Behold,  the  Lord  pass'd  by. 


in. 

After  the  earthquake,  flaming  fire 
Encrimson'd  earth  and  sky: 


HYMNS.  93 


The  wind  that  rent,  the  earthquake  throe, 
The  fire  that  flamed  on  high, 

In  none  of  them  Jehovah  was, — 
Behold,  the  Lord  pass'd  by. 

IV. 

When  earthquake,  wind  and  fire  had  ceased, 
And  there  was  not  a  sound, 

In  tones  of  gentle  stillness  spake 
A  still  small  voice  profound : 

Elijah,  in  his  mantle  wrapt, 

Stood  there  on  holy  ground. 

v. 

Not  in  the  roar,  the  crash,  the  flame, 

Around,  beneath,   above, 
The  Lord  in  state  majestic  comes 

The  heart  of  man  to  move : 
His  Holy  Spirit  conquers  by 

The  still  small  voice  of  love. 

1892. 


94  HYMNS. 


XLI 8,  7,  p. 


rt)f  ILorb  is  flootr  to  all ;  antr  rjts  tender  metrics  arc  obcr  all 
i)is  ixiorks.— Ps.  cxlv.  9. 


I. 

/^VVER  the  earth  a  stillness  comes, 
^-^  The  eventide  is  falling: 
Lord,  bless  all  dwellers  in  their  homes 
Who  on  thy  name  are  calling. 


11. 

Thy  blessing  on  the  toiler  rest ; 

The  over- worn  and  weary ; 
The  dying,  and  the  comfortless 

To  whom  the  earth  is  dreary. 


in. 

Thy  blessing  on  the  child  to-night; 

Thy  blessing  on  the  hoary  ; 
The  maiden  clad  in  beauty  bright, 

The  young  man  in  his  glory. 


HYMNS.  95 


IV. 


Thy  blessing  on  my  fellow-race, 
Of  every  clime  and  nation : 

May  they  partake  thy  saving  grace, 
O  Giver  of  salvation. 


v. 


If  any  man  have  wrought  me  wrong, 
Still  blessings  be  upon  him : 

May  I  in  love  to  him  be  strong, 
Till  charity  have  won  him. 


VI. 


Thy  blessings  on  me,  from  of  old, 
My  God !   I  cannot  number : 

I  wrap  me  in  their  ample  fold, 
And  sink  in  trustful  slumber. 


1853. 


(f^f6  ^Qj 


96  HYMNS. 


XLII L.  M. 


{Take  a  psalm,  anti  bring  fjttrjcr  irjc  timbrel,  tfjc  pleasant  fjarp  toitrj 

trjr  pgalterg.— Ps.  Ixxxi.  2. 


I. 

T  ET  all  the  people  sing  a  psalm, 
-^    A  stately  psalm  of  solemn  praise, 
While  sitting  in  the  holy  calm, 

The  calm  befitting  Sabbath  days. 


11. 

Come,  chant  the  words  King  David  sang 
When  heavenly  airs  around  him  swept, 

And  Zion's  tents  wi^h  music  rang, 
While  holy  day  the  singers  kept. 


in. 

The  King  of  glory  on  his  throne, 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  he  alone, 

Immortal  strains  become  his  praise. 


HYMNS. 


97 


IV. 


Let  all  the  tribes  of  Adam's  race, 

With  thankful  voice  and  lifted  palms, 

E'er  magnify  his  truth  and  grace 

And  laud  him  in  the  ancient  psalms. 


[868. 


98  HYMNS. 


XLIII CM. 


£f  anri  man  tfjtrst,  let  inm  come  unto  me,  ano  tortnk.— John  vii.  37. 


I. 

T   LONG  for  God,  the  living  God; 
A      I  hunger  for  his  grace  : 
I  long  to  see  as  I  have  seen 
My  heavenly  Saviour's  face. 


n. 

The  earth  has  not  a  home  for  me 
Where  I  would  always  stay : 

O  let  me  take  my  pilgrim-staff 
And  speed  my  upward  way. 


in. 

I  would  not  be  afraid  to  live, 

Nor  yet  afraid  to  die  ; 
Nor  wish  to  end  my  working  days, 

Or  make  them  faster  fly. 


HYMNS. 


99 


IV. 


But  I  would  hide  myself  beneath 
Jehovah's  sheltering  wing, 

And  wait  till  his  appointed  hour 
Shall  life  immortal  bring. 


v. 


Lord,  may  I  learn  to  work  or  wait, 
Just  as  thy  word  is  given, — 

Not  loitering  idly  at  the  gate 
That  opens  into  heaven. 


i-jjj. 


^/■'■KTJf 


ioo  HYMNS. 


XLIV 8,  7. 


03J)wn  ti)f  EortJ  Iobrtf)  t*  rfjastnutf),  anfc  srourgftf)  cbtrg  son 
fotjom  J)e  rcfftbfti). — Heb.  xii.  6. 


I. 

A 17 HEN  he  waketh,  when  he  sleepeth, 
v        When  he  toileth  in  the  day, 
Him  the  Father  safely  keepeth 

Who  makes  Christ  his  only  stay. 


11. 

If  he  wanders,  God  will  chasten 
Him  with  many  stripes  or  few, 

Till  his  erring  footsteps  hasten 
To  the  mercy-seat  anew. 


in. 

If  he  meekly  beareth  crosses, 

And  his  eyes  yet  look  to  heaven, 

God  will  turn  to  gain  his  losses, 

Yea,  to  him  will  much  be  given. 


HYMNS.  ioi 


IV. 


Daily  he  will  find  a  token 

That  his  Lord  loves  to  the  end : 
When  the  golden  bowl  is  broken, 

Up  to  him  shall  he  ascend. 


v. 


No  more  sin  and  no  more  sorrow, 
No  more  bitter  tears  to  shed ; 

Heaven  will  have  no  sad  to-morrow, 
But  eternal  day  instead. 


[883. 


io2  HYMNS. 


XLV s.  M. 


£fye  ILortJ  int'll  strengthen  fjtm  upon  tfje  bctr  of  languishing* 

Ps.  xli.  3. 


I. 

A  PRISONER  of  the  Lord, 
"^^     Awaiting  his  commands, 
My  prison-house  is  amply  stored 
With  bounties  from  his  hands. 


11. 

He  makes  my  pillow  soft 

While  prostrate,  weak,  and  sore, 
And  ministering  angels  oft 
Enter  my  chamber-door. 


in. 

Sweet  love  in  every  tone 
Is  whisper'd  round  my  bed  : 
I  know  that  none  will  give  a  stone 
Instead  of  strengthening  bread. 


HYMNS.  103 


IV. 


No  fears  my  soul  alarm ; 
My  pains  shall  pass  away: 
Christ  puts  his  everlasting  arm 
Beneath  me  all  the  day. 


v. 

How  can  I  be  cast  down? 
Why  wrap  myself  in  gloom, 
And  wear  a  care-begotten  frown, 
When  Christ  is  in  the  room? 


VI. 

God's  strokes  are  not  in  wrath : 
The  fruits  that  feed  the  soul 
Bestrew  the  strait  and  narrow  path 

Unto  the  heavenly  goal. 

1882. 


-  !    • 


9* 


io4  HYMNS. 


XLVI L.  M. 


.Secretly  saging,  Z\)c  faster  is  \)txt,  anto  callctij  ttjrc, — John  xi.  28. 


I. 

COME  day  the  word  will  come  to  me, 
^  Arise ;    the  Master  calls  for  thee. 


May  I  be  ready  then  to  go, 
Saying,  Lord  Jesus !    even  so. 


11. 


Will  work  I've  purposed  in  my  thought 
Be  to  my  Master's  pleasure  wrought? 
And  will  more  talents  then  be  won, 
So  that  the  Lord  may  say,  Well  done? 


in. 


Will  tears  be  shed  upon  my  bier 
By  some  I've  help'd  to  comfort  here? 
Will  seed  I've  sown  some  fruitage  bear 
Too  late  for  me  the  joy  to  share? 


HYMNS.  ios 


IV. 


Shall  I  on  Jordan's  farther  side 
Find  some  redeem'd  and  glorified 
To  whom  I  pointed  out  the  road 
Leading  to  that  divine  abode  ? 


v. 


I  cannot  answer  Yea  or  Nay : 

This  only,  Master,  can  I  say : 

If  I've  done  aught  to  honour  thee, 

It  was  thy  grace  that  wrought  through  me. 


VI. 

O  blessed  Lord,  in  me  abide 
When  I  pass  over  Jordan's  tide, 
That  I  with  my  last  trembling  breath 

May  glorify  thy  name  in  death. 

1882. 


'■ 


io6  HYMNS. 


XLVII CM. 


©n  trjat  cag,  ttjc  first  tiarj  of  trje  bictk, . .  .  Uesus  came  anrj  stooto 
in  tfje  mt'tJst.— John  xx.  19. 


I. 

T^HE  blessing  of  the  Sabbath-day 
Again  our  spirit  cheers, 

And  heaven  seems  not  so  far  away 
That  on  our  listening  ears 


11. 


Some  sounds  of  music  may  not  fall 
Struck  on  angelic  lyres, 

Some  anthems  to  the  Lord,  by  all 
The  high  celestial  choirs. 


in. 


Let  our  lips,  too,  break  forth  in  praise 
To  thee,  O  King  of  heaven, 

For  this  the  chiefest  of  the  days, 
The  holiest  of  the  seven. 


HYMNS.  107 


IV. 


O  Thou  who  on  this  day  didst  rise 

Omnipotent  above, 
Reveal  to  our  expectant  eyes 

New  glimpses  of  thy  love. 


v. 


Come,  Holy  Comforter,  and  show 
Thy  gracious  sovereign  power, 

That  we  may  more  like  Jesus  grow 
In  this  accepted  hour. 


VI. 


As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Visit  thy  church  again, 
That  earth  may  join  the  heavenly  host 

In  praising  Thee.     Amen. 


I:-2. 


io8  HYMNS. 


XLVIII CM. 


Crjinjgs  mrjtdj  rgr  safo  not,  antJ  car  ijrarti  not,  ano  toijirt)  cntcrcfc 
not  into  trjr  fjrart  of  man. — i  Cor.  ii.  9. 


I. 

]\JO  tongue  of  man  has  ever  told 
^  ^    God's  everlasting  love  ; 
No  heart  has  known  the  manifold 
Delights  prepared  above. 


11. 

Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
Nor  mind  has  yet  explored, 

What  things  are  token' d  in  his  word 
For  all  that  love  the  Lord. 


in. 

His  children  daily  something  learn 
While  training  in  his  schools : 

Yet  dimly  do  their  minds  discern 
How  gracious  are  his  rules : 


HYMNS.  109 


IV. 


Yet  little  can  they  apprehend 
What  God  has  still  in  store ; 

For  that  which  has  no  bound  nor  end 
They  cannot  reckon  o'er. 


v. 


Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King! 

Invisible,  yet  known 
To  loving  souls  who  daily  bring 

Faith's  offering  to  thy  throne. 


1882. 


r 


no  HYMNS. 


XLIX CM. 


JJrsus  sato  tf)frtforr  unto  tt)r  tfcirlbc,  &3oulti  gc  also  go  afoag? 

John  vi.  67. 


I. 

WHERE  could  I  go  but  unto  thee, 

*      O  man  of  Nazareth  ? 
Thy  blood  was  shed  on  Calvary 
To  give  me  life  for  death ! 


11. 

To  whom,  my  Lord,  but  unto  thee, 
O  Son  of  God  most  high, 

When  angels  bend  with  reverent  knee 
Before  thy  majesty? 


III. 

Where  can  I  go  but  unto  thee, 
The  only  refuge-tower 

Impregnable,  where  I  can  flee 
In  sore  temptation's  hour? 


HYMNS.  1 1 1 


IV. 


To  whom  need  I  go  but  to  thee? 

Thou  art  the  utmost  sum 
Of  every  soul's  necessity; — 

And  therefore,  Lord,  I  come. 


v. 


O  Lamb  of  God,  who  cam'st  to  take 

The  sin  of  man  away, 
Fast  hold  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

And  I  shall  never  stray. 


1882. 


lo 


ii2  HYMNS. 


L CM. 


JFor  as  oftrn  as  jic  rat  trjis  trcati,  anrj  orinfc  trjc  rup,  gc  proclaim 
tfjc  ILoro's  tieatrj    till  fje  come— i   Cor.  xi.  26. 


I. 

AS  children  dwelling  in  their  home 
By  right  of  grace  divine, 
Unto  thy  table,  Lord,  we  come 
To  take  of  bread  and  wine. 


11. 

The  bread  shows  forth  thy  body  slain, 
The  wine  thy  blood  out-pour'd : 

To  take  away  our  sin  and  stain 
Cost  thy  dear  life,  O  Lord. 


in. 

O  may  the  Holy  Ghost  descend 
With  blessing  from  above, 

That  grateful  praise  may  now  ascend 
For  thine  amazing  love. 


HYMNS.  113 


IV. 

Abide  with  us  this  holy  day 
And  fill  us  with  thy  peace, 

And  while  we  gladly  praise  and  pray, 
Lord,  make  our  faith  increase. 


v. 

Sit  with  us  at  the  blessed  feast, 

As  in  the  day  of  old, 
Our  high  and  sovereign  Saviour-Priest, 

Thy  glory  to  behold. 

1882. 


•  ^ 


ii4  HYMNS. 


LI 7's. 


Z-^zxz  fcoas  at  tf)e  tabic  reclining  in  3csus'  bosom  one  of  f)is 
tn'sciplcs,  irif)om  Uesus  lofartJ.— John  xiii.  23. 


I. 

TN  the  hidden  ways  of  life 

God's  beloved  may  be  found, 

Shut  in  from  the  things  of  strife, 

Hedged  with  mercies  all  around. 


11. 

Born  of  God  they  know  not  when, 
Single  is  the  faith  they  hold, 

Prying  not  with  curious  ken 

Into  what  has  not  been  told. 


in. 

Like  the  saint  of  Patmos  isle, 

In  them  love  has  potent  sway, 

Israelites  who  have  no  guile, 

Passing  on  their  heavenward  way: 


HYMNS.  115 


IV. 


By  the  loving,  kindly  deed, 

By  the  strengthening  word  of  cheer, 
By  the  helpful  hand  in  need, 

Glorifying  Jesus  here. 


v. 


Pointing  out  the  path  to  heaven, 
Winning  souls  is  their  reward: 

When  the  welcome-call  is  given, 
Dying,  they  wake  in  the  Lord. 


1882. 


v>r<v 


10* 


u6  HYMNS. 


LII 7's. 


3ftrr  rjc  tofrt  rnltgrjtrnctJ,  nc  rntmrcti  a  great  ronflirt  of  sufferings. 

Heb.  x.  32. 


I. 

TN  the  midnight  and  the  storm 

Some  of  God's  beloved  must  go; 

Not  for  them  the  valleys  warm, 

But  the  hills  of  crag  and  snow. 


11. 

In  the  darkness  call'd  to  stand, 
Fighting  with  a  foe  unseen, 

Friend  nor  lover  at  their  hand, 

Strongly  on  their  Lord  they  lean. 


in. 

Chasten'd  sore,  bereaved,  and  lone, 

They  with  steadfast  faith  look  up, 

Seeking,  low  before  his  throne, 
Grace  to  take  the  bitter  cup. 


HYMNS.  1 1 7 


IV. 


Not  the  less  beloved  are  they, 

Heirs  with  Christ,  who  suffer  loss: 

They  shall  find,  some  coming  day, 

Why  'twas  theirs  to  bear  the  cross. 


v. 


Some  the  fight  of  faith  must  share  ; 

Some  endure  the  tempter's  blows; 
Testimony  they  must  bear 

Christ  is  mightier  than  his  foes. 


VI. 


As  they  lay  their  weapons  by, 
Conquerors  in  the  final  strife, 

Glory  be  to  God!  they  cry, 
Entering  into  restful  life. 


188: 


$  3  M  cc 

c  • 


n8  HYMNS. 


LIU c.  M. 


ilcsus  ansfocrfo  f)tm,  If  £  toast)  ttjcc  not,  tijou  i;ast  no  part  fcoitfj  mc, 

John  xiii.  8. 


I. 

HPHE  dusty  paths  of  earth  defile 
My  sandals  through  the  day; 

And  vexing  cares  my  soul  beguile 
While  toiling  on  the  way. 


ii. 

How  oft  I  lose  the  gracious  sense 
Of  nearness  unto  Thee ! 

How  oft  forget  the  providence 
That  orders  life  for  me! 


in. 

The  daily  good  that  I  would  do 

Is  often  unbegun ; 
And  evil  I  would  fain  eschew 

My  heedless  hands  have  done. 


HYMNS.  119 


IV. 


At  eventime,  unsatisfied, 

I  call  the  day  to  mind ; 

And  by  thy  righteous  standard  tried, 
Shortcomings  do  I  find. 


v. 


O  Thou  who,  in  thy  graciousness, 
Didst  wash  thy  servants'  feet, 

Thy  travel-stain'd  disciple  bless 
Before  thy  mercy-seat. 


VI. 

The  robe  of  works  that  I  have  worn 

Is  scanty  for  my  needs : 
Give  me  the  robe  of  thy  new-born, — 

Of  faith  and  holy  deeds. 

1882. 


1 20  HYMNS. 


LIV S.  M. 


gc  arc  not  pour  ohm ;  for  gc  tocrc  boucjrjt  foitrj  a  price. 
1  Cor.  vi.  19,  20. 


I. 

T   GIVE  myself  to  God, 
My  life,  my  soul,  my  all: 
He  knows  the  devious  paths  I've  trod, 
In  mercy's  hand  I  fall. 


11. 

My  sins  I  cannot  count. 
Nor  sum  his  favours  up: 
I  humbly  kneel  at  mercy's  fount 
And  take  salvation's  cup. 


in. 

I  proffer  but  his  own; 

And  may  the  Master  take 
The  gift  I  lay  before  his  throne, 
For  my  Redeemer's  sake. 


HYMNS.  121 


IV. 

I  give  myself  to  God, 
For  evermore  to  hold: 
I  pass  beneath  the  Shepherd's  rod 

To  bide  within  his  fold. 

1882. 


i22  HYMNS, 


LV C.  M. 


&nfc  in'm  tijat  comet!)  to  me  E  foill  in  no  un'se  rast  out.— John  vi.  37. 


I. 

HPHE  pathway  to  the  mercy-seat 
■*•      Is  found  of  all  who  will; 
And  they  who  kneel  at  Jesus'  feet 
Find  him  a  Saviour  still. 


n. 

As,  when  upon  the  earth  he  trod, 

None  empty  went  away 
Who  sought  his  blessing  as  their  God, 

So  we  to  him  may  pray. 


in. 

The  child  unto  his  parent  runs 
For  comfort  and  relief: 

So  may  the  Lord's  redeemed  ones 
Go  to  him  with  their  grief. 


HYMNS. 


123 


IV. 


Yea,  even  in  the  busiest  hour 
Unspoken  prayer  may  rise, 

And  blessings  in  a  gracious  shower 
Fall  on  us  from  the  skies. 


v. 


How  wondrous  'tis  that  we  may  reach 
The  heavenly  throne  by  prayer ! 

That  silent  thought  or  utter' d  speech 
Find  gracious  audience  there  ! 


1882. 


11 


i24  HYMNS. 


LVI CM. 


Qs  manr)  as  touri)ctJ  i)im  torn  mafcr  Indole. — Mark  vi.  56. 


I. 

AT  Jesus'  feet  I  take  my  place : 

I  touch  his  garment's  hem : 
A  helpless  child  in  need  of  grace 
My  Lord  will  not  condemn. 


11. 

I  have  no  hope  but  in  his  love; 

His  promise  is  my  plea: 
I  give  myself  to  Him  who  strove 

E'en  unto  death  for  me. 


in. 

I  only  ask  that  I  may  know 

What  he  would  have  me  do, 

That  my  obedient  life  may  show 

The  grace  that  bears  me  through. 


HYMNS.  125 


IV. 


I've  nothing,  Lord,  to  offer  thee 
But  what  thou  madest  mine : 

O  take  my  all,  and  let  it  be 
Thine  own,  for  ever  thine. 


l--r 


126  HYMNS. 


LVII C.  M. 


&ntJ  tfje  rork  fcoas  Cfjrtst.— i  Cor.  x.  4. 


I. 

r^  I VE  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock : 
^^   The  billows  round  me  roll : 
Let  not  their  wild,  impetuous  shock 

0'erwThelm  my  trembling  soul. 
O  Thou  that  walkest  on  the  wave, 

Thou  Ruler  of  the  sea, 
Stretch  forth  thy  mighty  arm  to  save 

The  soul  that  calls  on  thee. 


11. 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock, 

O  Saviour  of  the  lost! 
The  world  and  sin  my  struggles  mock, 

And  I  am  tempest-tost. 
I  strive  to  reach  an  anchoring  place*-. 

My  God,  give  me  a  stay; 
Extend  to  me  thy  hand  of  grace, 

Lest  I  be  cast  away. 


HYMNS.  127 


in. 

Give  me  a  foothold  on  the  rock, 

Till  voices  'yond  the  sea, 
Like  evening  chimings  of  the  clock, 

Bid  welcome  home  to  me. 
The  day  of  toil  and  watching  o'er, 

The  night  of  sorrow  past, 
I  step  upon  the  eternal  shore, 

And  rest  in  peace  at  last. 

1882. 


T 


I  r 


1 28  HYMNS. 


LVIII 7's. 


Z\)t  ILorfc  lift  up  ijis  rountcnanrr  upon  tfjcr,  anto  Qibt  ttjcc  prate. 

Num.  vi.  26. 


I. 

"DEST  and  peace  for  Jesus'  sake! 

O  my  Father,  hear  my  cry; 
Heal  my  bosom's  bitter  ache, 
While  before  thy  feet  I  lie. 


n. 

I  have  loved  and  I  have  lost 

Those  whom  I  had  prized  too  well: 
O'er  my  threshold  sorrow  cross'd 

When  the  cherish'd  idols  fell. 


in. 

I  forgot  that  they  were  lent, 

And  I  claim'd  them  as  my  own, 

Till  the  message  from  thee  sent 

Took  them  up  before  thy  throne. 


HYMNS.  129 


IV. 


Speak  the  word  of  peace  to  me; 

Pardon  thy  forgetful  child: 
Let  me  find  my  rest  in  thee, 

Comforted  and  reconciled: 


v. 


Comforted,  that  loving  eyes 

Shone  so  long  within  my  home: 

Reconciled,  that  to  the  skies 

Thou  didst  bid  the  loved  ones  come, 


VI. 


Rest  and  peace  for  Jesus'  sake! 

Father,  at  thy  feet  I  kneel: 
Bruised  reeds  thou  wilt  not  break, 

Thou  the  broken  heart  wilt  heal. 


1---. 


130  HYMNS, 


LIX. . . .  7's. 


'\)t\\  romrti)  3rsus  tottij  ttyrm  unto  a  place  ralkrj  (Brtfystmatu. 

Matt,  xx vi.  36. 


I. 

f~\  THE  agonizing  prayer 

Rising  on  the  midnight  air! 
"Let  this  cup  pass  from  thy  Son: 
Not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done!" 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

11. 

O  the  tears  and  bloody  sweat 
Falling  fast  on  Olivet ! 
In  thy  lonely  agony, 
Shedding  crimson  tears  for  me, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

in. 

O  what  wrath  of  earth  and  hell 
On  thy  head  unpitying  fell, 
When  thy  passion-time  began, 
Bearer  of  the  sin  of  man, 

Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 


HYMNS.  131 


IV. 

Sorrow  none  had  ever  known 
Came  upon  thy  soul  alone: 
While  its  billows  o'er  thee  swept, 
Near  at  hand  thy  followers  slept, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane! 

v. 

Waken  me  from  sinful  sleep: 
Faithful,  loving,  make  me  keep, 
Watching  every  hour  with  thee 
Who  didst  agonize  for  me, 
Jesus  in  Gethsemane ! 

VI. 

Crimson'd  once,  but  beauteous  now, 
O  what  glory  crowns  thy  brow! 
All  the  world  shall  bend  the  knee, 
Lord  triumphant!    unto  thee, 

Conqueror  in  Gethsemane! 

1883. 


1 32  HYMNS. 


LX 7's. 


Casting  all  sour  artitctg  upon  fn'm,  because  \)t  carrtf)  for  gou. 

i  Peter  v.  7. 


I. 

/^AST  thy  burden  on  the  Lord! 
^    Is  this  message  meant  for  me? 
May  I  take  him  at  his  word, 
And  will  he  my  helper  be? 


11. 

In  my  daily  household  care, 
In  the  business  of  the  day, 

Will  the  Lord  the  burden  bear 
Or  his  strength  upon  me  lay? 


in. 

When  the  evil  one  shall  cast 

Tempting  baits  to  snare  my  soul, 

Or  shall  taunt  me  with  the  past, 

Will  the  Lord  his  power  control? 


HYMNS.  133 


IV. 


When  the  bitterness  of  grief 
Shall  upon  my  bosom  prey, 

Will  he  give  me  swift  relief? 
Will  he  take  the  pain  away? 


v. 


When  the  parting  hour  is  near, 
Will  his  everlasting  love 

Conquer  every  doubt  and  fear 

And  the  sting  of  death  remove  ? 


VI. 


'Tis  the  promise  of  the  Lord, 
Meant  for  me  on  every  day: 

Heaven  and  earth  may  fail, — his  word 
Never  once  shall  pass  away. 


1882. 


i34  HYMNS. 


IvXI CM. 


Btrjolo,  nig  scrbants  sfjall  sing  for  jog  of  fjcart.— Isa.  lxv.  i. 


I. 


COMETIMES,  in  quiet  revery, 
When  day  is  growing  dim, 

The  heart  is  singing  silently 
A  sweet  unwritten  hymn. 


ii. 


The  strains  are  not  to  measure  wrought 

By  cunning  of  the  mind, 
But  seem  like  hymnings  angels  brought 

From  heaven,  and  left  behind. 


in. 


The  misty  hills  of  bygone  grief, 
Once  dark  to  look  upon, 

Stand  out  like  blessings  in  relief 
Against  the  setting  sun. 


HYMNS.  135 


IV. 


The  rain  may  fall,  the  wind  ma}'  blow, 

The  soul  uuhinder'd  sings, 
While,  like  the  bird  'neath  sheltering  bough, 

She  sits  with  folded  wings, — 


v. 


A  brief  and  pleasant  resting  space, 
A  glance  at  Beulah  land, 

Before  she  girds  herself  apace 

For  work  that  waits  the  hand. 


VI. 


Then,  giving  thanks  to  Him  who  pour'd 

Refreshment  in  her  cup, 
She  hears  the  calling  of  her  Lord 

And  takes  her  labour  up. 


j88a 


12 


136  HYMNS. 


LXII CM.  P. 


Qnti  trjrrr  srjall  be  nttjtlt  no  more ;    anti  trjrg  rtcco  no  licjbt  of  lamp, 
nrittjcr  Ucjtjt  of  sun. — Rev.  xxii.  5. 


I. 

/^\  LAND  of  day,  eternal  day, 
^^    Unbroken  by  a  night : 
No  need  of  candle  nor  of  sun 
Thy  blessed  fields  to  shine  upon,- 
The  Lamb  of  God  thy  light. 


11. 

O  land  of  life  that  cannot  die, 

To  mortals  open'd  up: 
No  more  the  drooping  of  the  eye, 
The  parting  word,  the  fitful  sigh, 
The  bitter-tasting  cup. 


in. 

O  land  of  rest  and  sweet  content, 
The  time  of  battle  o'er, 


HYMNS.  137 


The  weary  victors,  laying  down 
The  cross,  receive  from  Christ  the  crown 
To  wear  forevermore. 


IV. 

O  land  of  beauty,  beautiful 

Beyond  the  brightest  dream 
Of  poet  in  his  time  of  power : 
No  painter  in  his  happiest  hour 
Has  caught  its  faintest  gleam. 


v. 

Lord  of  the  land !    Eternal  King 

Of  a  domain  so  fair ! 
O  give  us  grace  to  watch  and  wait, 
On  duty  at  the  outer  gate, 

Till  we  may  enter  there. 

1877. 


i  *8  HYMNS. 


LXIII 7,  6,  p. 


&mcn:   Blrsstnct,  ano   rjloro,  ano  fooisoom,  anti  trjanfcscttbtng,  antj 

honour,  ano  potorr,  anti  mtgfjt,  fcc  unto  our  (Goo 

for  fbcr  anti  rorr. — Rev.  vii.  12. 


I. 

/^LORY  be  to  God  on  high 
^~*     Glory  in  the  highest! 
Lord  of  wondrous  majesty, 
Maker  of  the  earth  and  sky: 
Saints  redeem'd  and  angels  cry, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 
Glory  in  the  highest! 


11. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 
Glory  in  the  highest ! 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 
Praises  in  the  uttermost 
Earth  shall  sing  with  heaven's  host: 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  I 

Glory  in  the  highest! 

18S3. 


HYMNS.  139 


LXIV 8,  8,  8. 


iJLUjn  srrk  jjr  ijt'm  tfjat  litoctrj  among  tfjr  tirati?    |i?r  is  not  rjcrr, 
but  is  risen.— Luke  xxiv.  5,  6. 


I. 

/^HRIST  is  risen!     O  the  wonder! 
^  Rending  bands  of  death  asunder, 
Rising  to  the  glory  yonder! 

11. 

Silently  as  morning  breaking 
Came  the  wonderful  awaking, 
Christ  again  his  Godhead  taking: 

in. 

In  the  stillness  of  the  morning, 

Angels  heralding  no  warning, 

Though  the  world's  new  light  was  dawning. 

IV. 

Ere  satirising,  one  came  seeking, 

She  whose  heart  with  pain  was  reeking, 

Tears  her  pallid  cheek  bestreaking. 


i4o  HYMNS. 


v. 

Last  she  saw  him  faint  and  dying  ; 
Stark  and  cold  her  Lord  was  lying, 
Ere  she  left  him,  weeping,  sighing. 

VI. 

Lone  she  stood  in  tearful  wonder: 
Who  had  rent  His  tomb  asunder  ? 
Who  so  vile  the  grave  to  plunder? 

VII. 

She,  amazed,  her  watch  was  keeping, 
Blinding  mists  her  vision  steeping: 
Woman,  why  art  thou  a-weeping?" 


i  i 


VIII. 

Was  the  startled  woman  chary? 
Was  she  in  her  answering  wary? 
What  a  change  when  He  said,  ''Mary!' 

IX. 

Once  the  piteous  supplication, 
Now  the  glad  ejaculation, 
"Master!"  in  rapt  adoration. 

x. 

No  more  mocking,  no  more  scourging, 
Priest  and  mob  the  soldiers  urging, 
While  the  rage  of  hell  was  surging: 


HYMNS.  141 


XI. 

Crown  of  thorns  no  longer  wearing, 
Cruel  taunts  no  longer  bearing, 
Nails  no  more  his  body  tearing: 

XII. 

Majesty  and  gracious  sweetness 
Join  in  him  with  perfect  meetness, 
God  and  man  in  full  completeness. 

XIII. 

Lord  Jehovah!  low  before  thee, 
Ransom'd  by  thee,  we  adore  thee: 
Glory  in  the  highest!     Glory! 

1882. 


4     # 


1 42  HYMNS. 


LXV DIES  ir^E. 


An  attempt  {based  mainly  on  a  literal  rendering-  by  J.  Addison 
Campbell)  to  give  in  English  verse  the  famous  Lati)i  hymn  of 
Thomas  of  Celano,  written  in  the  thirteenth  century. 


I. 

T'HE  day  of  wrath,  that  certain  day, 
In  glowing  embers  earth  shall  lay, 
Both  David  and  the  Sibyl  say. 

11. 

With  trembling  dread  the  world  will  quake 
Or  e'er  the  Judge  shall  inquest  make, 
And  ruin  all  things  overtake. 

in. 

The  trump  shall  sound  a  startling  tone 
Throughout  the  graves  of  every  zone, 
And  call  all  men  before  the  throne. 

IV. 

And  death  and  nature  in  surprise 
Shall  see  the  creature  man  arise 
To  answer  at  the  dread  assize. 


HYMNS.  143 


v. 

The  written  book  will  forth  be  brought, 
With  good  and  evil  records  fraught, 
And  man  be  judged  for  deed  and  thought. 

VI. 

When  he  shall  sit  upon  his  throne, 
The  Judge  will  make  all  secrets  known; 
Things  unavenged  there  shall  be  none. 

VII. 

And  what  shall  wretched  I  then  plead? 
Who  then  for  me  will  intercede, 
When  e'en  the  just  will  mercy  need? 

VIII. 

King  of  tremendous  majesty, 

Who  sav'st  thine  own  by  grace  most  free, 

Thou  fount  of  pity,  rescue  me ! 

IX. 

Remember,  Jesus  kind,  I  pray, 
Thou  trod'st  for  me  thy  painful  way: 
Then  do  not  lose  me  on  that  day  ! 

x. 

While  seeking  me,  I  wearied  thee; 
Thou  on  the  cross  redeemedst  me: 
In  vain  let  not  such  travail  be! 


i44  HYMiYS. 


XI. 

Just  and  avenging  Judge,  I  cry, 

Give  me  remission  ere  I  die, 

Before  the  reckoning-day  comes  nigh. 

XII. 

A  culprit  groaning  with  his  care, 

Guilt's  crimson  blush  my  face  doth  wear; 

O  God,  the  pleading  suppliant  spare ! 

XIII. 

The  sinful  woman  was  forgiven, 

And  e'en  the  thief  by  thee  was  shriven; 

Then  give  me  also  hope  of  heaven. 

XIV. 

My  prayers,  unworthy,  do  not  spurn; 
Thou  who  art  good,  in  kindness  turn, 
Lest  I  in  fire  eternal  burn. 

xv. 

Far  from  the  goats'  accursed  band 
Keep  me  apart,  and  make  me  stand 
Among  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand. 

xvi. 

When,  self-confuted,  to  their  place 

Of  flame  the  wicked  rush  apace, 

Then  call  my  name  with  words  of  grace. 


HYMNS.  145 


XVII. 

Prostrate  and  suppliant,  I  cry, 

While  bruised  in  dust  my  heart  doth  lie, 

0  care  for  me  that  day  I  die ! 


Upon  that  day  of  tearful  eyes, 
When  from  the  embers  he  shall  rise, 
And  culprit  man  wait  thy  decree, 
O  God,  then  pardon  even  me. 

Kind  Lord  Jesus,  ever  blest! 
Give  to  thy  redeemed  rest. 

Amen. 

1882. 


1 46  HYMNS. 


LXVI 8,  7,  4. 


&  man  fjao  tfooo  sons ;  antj  rje  rame  to  trje  first,  ano  sato,  .Son,  50 
fooork  to-'Oas  m  tfje  btiujjarlJ. — Matt.  xxi.  28. 


I. 

TN  the  vineyard  of  our  Father 
Daily  work  we  find  to  do ; 

Scatter'd  fruit  our  hands  may  gather, 
Though  we  are  but  weak  and  few 

Little  clusters 
Help  to  fill  the  basket  too. 


11. 

Toiling  early  in  the  morning, 

Catching  moments  through  the  day, 
Nothing  small  or  lowly  scorning, — 

So  we  work,  and  watch,  and  pray; 
Gathering  gladly 

Free-will  offerings  by  the  way. 


HYMNS.  147 


in. 

Not  for  selfish  praise  or  glory, 

Not  for  objects  nothing  worth, 

But  to  send  the  blessed  story 
Of  the  gospel  o'er  the  earth, 

Telling  mortals 
Of  our  Lord  and  Saviour's  birth. 


IV. 

Up  and  ever  at  our  calling, 

Till  in  death  our  lips  are  dumb, 

Or  till — sin's  dominion  falling — 

Christ  shall  in  his  kingdom  come, 

And  his  children 
Reach  their  everlasting  home. 


Steadfast,  then,  in  our  endeavour, 
Heavenly  Father,  may  we  be  ; 

And  forever,  and  forever, 

We  will  give  the  praise  to  thee ; 
Alleluiah ! 

Singing,  all  eternity. 

1845. 


13 


US  HYMNS. 


LXVII 7,6. 


<Tl)f  morning  stars  sang  together,  anti  all  tfjc  sons  of  (Goo  srjoutco 

for  jorj. —  Job  xxxviii.  7. 


I. 

'T^HE  morning  stars  were  singing 

With  joy  when  time  began ; 
And  heavenly  peals  were  ringing 

When  God  created  man : 
The  universe  was  swelling 

With  jubilant  delight, 
While  all  to  all  were  telling 

The  Lord  Jehovah's  might. 


11. 

A  higher  song  of  glory 

Was  sung  in  after-days, — 
And  shepherds  heard  the  story, 

As  angels  hymn'd  His  praise, 
Of  Jesus  in  a  manger, 

God's  well-beloved  Son, 
Who  came  to  save  from  danger 

A  race  by  sin  undone. 


HYMNS.  149 


in. 

A  multitude  of  voices 

Have  learn'd  this  holy  song ; 
And  earth  with  heaven  rejoices 

To  roll  the  sound  along. 
With  saints  and  angels  o'er  us, 

Singing  before  the  throne, 
We  join  the  gladsome  chorus, 

Glory  to  God  alone ! 

1846. 


°^»5e? 


150  HYMNS. 


LXVIII 8,  7, 4. 


£2Etlt  trjou  not  from  tfjis  time  rrg  unto  nu,  iHp.  Jfatrjcr,  tfjou  art 
i\)t  gutoc  of  mn  goutfj  ?— Jer.  iii.  4. 


I. 

T7ATHER !    in  my  life's  young  morning, 
May  thy  word  direct  my  way  : 

Let  me  heed  each  gracious  warning, 
Lest  my  feet  should  go  astray : 

Make  me  willing 
All  its  precepts  to  obey. 


11. 

Father !    gentle  is  thy  teaching ; 

Be  a  docile  spirit  mine  : 
Every  day  thy  grace  beseeching, 

Let  thy  loving-kindness  shine 
Always  on  me, 

And  my  heart  be  wholly  thine. 


HYMNS. 


151 


in. 

Father !    let  me  never  covet 

Things  of  vanity  and  pride  : 

Teach  me  truth,  and  may  I  love  it 
Better  than  all  else  beside : 

Blessed  Bible! 
May  it  be  my  heavenward  guide. 


1841. 


n 


152  HYMNS. 


LXIX 7,  6. 


<&tuing  tijanfcs  altoags  for  all  tljings.— Eph.  v.  20. 


I. 

T   THANK  the  Lord  my  Maker 

For  all  his  gifts  to  me  : 
For  making  me  partaker 

Of  bounties  rich  and  free  : 
For  father  and  for  mother, 

Who  give  me  clothes  and  food, 
For  sister  and  for  brother, 

And  all  the  kind  and  good. 


11. 

I  thank  the  Lord  my  Saviour 

Who  came  for  me  to  die, 
And  bless  me  with  his  favour 

And  fit  me  for  the  sky, — 
That,  all  my  sins  out-blotted, 

By  Jesus  wash'd  away. 
I  may  be  found  unspotted 

When  comes  the  final  day. 


HYMNS.  153 


in. 

I  thank  the  Lord  for  giving 
The  Spirit  of  his  grace, 

That  I  may  serve  him  living, 
And,  dying,  reach  the  place 

Where  Jesus  in  his  glory 
I  shall  forever  see, 

And  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Of  all  his  love  for  me. 

1844. 


154  HYMNS. 


LXX H.  M. 


Cfjou  makrst  tfjc  outgoings  of  tfje  morning  anti  rbening  to  rejoice. 

£J;ou  uisitrst  ttjc  rartf),  ano  matrrrst  it :  tijou  grcatls 

rnrict)fst  it  fcotttj  ttje  ribcr  of  (Goth— Ps.  lxv.  8,  9. 


I. 

UmO  bids  the  wind  to  blow? 
V  *     Who  makes  the  sun  to  shine, 
And  flowers  and  grass  to  grow 
Around  this  path  of  mine? 
Who  makes  these  shady  trees  arise, 
And  spread  their  boughs  beneath  the  skies  ? 


11. 

Who  makes  this  brook,  so  bright, 

From  earth's  cold  bosom  spring, 
And  sparkle  in  the  light, 

And  sweetly,  sweetly  sing, 
As  if  an  angel  lent  his  voice 
To  help  the  rippling  stream  rejoice? 


HYMNS.  155 


in. 


Who  gave  the  airy  bird 

Soft  feathers  and  swift  wings, 
And  taught  it  music-words 

To  charm  us  when  it  sings? — 
Say,  little  bird !    who  taught  you  how 
To  sing  so  sweetly  on  that  bough? 


IV. 

O,  'tis  our  Father,  God, 

Who  gives  us  every  thing : 
The  grass,  the  flowery  sod, 

The  brook,  and  birds  that  sing ; 
And  all  the  blessings  of  this  day 
He  sheds  upon  our  happy  way. 


v. 

How  good  is  God !    He  gave 

His  only  Son  to  die, 
Our  souls  from  death  to  save, 
And  fit  us  for  the  sky. 
O,  let  us  bow,  and  serve  him  here 
With  gratitude  and  love  sincere. 

1842. 


i  ;6  H  YMNS. 


LXXI 8,  7,  8,  4. 


£f)2  fooro  ts  a  lamp  unto  inn  feet,  anti  a  Itgijt  unto  mg  aatfj. 

Ps.  cxix.  105. 


I. 

T300K  of  grace,  and  book  of  glory ! 

Gift  of  God  to  age  and  youth ; 
Wondrous  is  thy  sacred  story, 
Bright,  bright  with  truth. 


11. 

Book  of  love  !    in  accents  tender, 

Speaking  unto  such  as  we ; 
May  it  lead  us,  L,ord,  to  render 
All,  all  to  thee. 


in. 

Book  of  hope  !    the  spirit  sighing 

Consolation  finds  in  thee, 
As  it  hears  the  Saviour  crying, 
Come,  come  to  me." 


a 


HYMNS.  157 


IV 


Book  of  peace  !    when  nights  of  sorrow 

Fall  upon  us  drearily, 
Thou  wilt  bring  a  shining  morrow, 

Full,  full  of  thee. 


v. 


Book  of  life !  when  we,  reposing, 
Bid  farewell  to  friends  we  love, 

Give  us  for  the  life  then  closing, 
Life,  life  above. 


1843. 


■-. 


158  HYMNS. 


LXXII 6,  9. 


<3t  t\)t  beautiful  Gate  of  tije  £emplc."— Acts  iii.  10. 


I. 

T^HERE  is  light  on  my  path, 

There  is  joy  in  my  heart, 
For  the  doubt  and  the  fear 

From  my  bosom  depart, 
While  I  muse  on  his  love 

As  I  quietly  wait 
For  the  Master  to  come 

At  the  Beautiful  Gate, 
The  Beautiful  Gate  of  the  temple. 


11. 

There  is  travailing  care ; 

There  is  labour  in  vain ; 
There  is  noise  in  the  air; 

There  is  pitiless  rain ; 


HYMNS.  159 


And  I  cover  my  head 

Till  the  storm  shall  abate, 

And  the  Lord  shall  appear 
At  the  Beautiful  Gate, 
The  Beautiful  Gate  of  the  temple. 


in. 

I  am  sorely  beset; 

I  am  weary  and  worn  ; 
And  I  sigh  for  the  night, 

And  I  long  for  the  morn: 
He  will  come  in  good  time, 

Whether  early  or  late, 
As  I  kneel  for  his  touch 

At  the  Beautiful  Gate, 
The  Beautiful  Gate  of  the  temple, 


IV. 

Lo !  the  darkness  is  past, 

And  the  morning  is  here ; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  my  Lord 

That  enraptures  my  ear : 
He  hasscome  to  my  help 

In  my  uttermost  strait, 
And  he  beckons  me  in 

At  the  Beautiful  Gate, 
The  Beautiful  Gate  of  his  temple. 

T4  1885. 


i6o  HYMNS. 


LXXIII 8,  9. 


"  gc  knob)  not  fof)cn." — Mark  xiii.  35. 


I. 

T   KNOW  not  when  the  Lord  will  call, 
Or  in  the  night  or  in  the  morning : 

The  angel's  foot  may  softly  fall, 

Or  it  may  give  a  note  of  warning. 


11. 

There  may  be  but  a  step  between 

Earth's  outer  gate  and  heaven's  portal: 

Or  morn  may  slowly  lift  the  screen 

That  hangs  before  the  day  immortal. 


111. 

The  Lord  may  whisper,   "Follow  me!" 

When  none  but  I  shall  hear  the  calling, 

And  men  may  marvel  when  they  see 
A  tree  in  summer  greenness  falling. 


HYMNS.  161 


IV. 


Perchance  I  may  be  left  to  wait, 
His  earlier-chosen  taken  only, 

And  I  may  feel  'tis  getting  late, 

And  earth  is  growing  dim  and  lonely. 


v. 


Perchance  when  gladsome  days  are  come, 
Or  when  the  wintry  winds  are  blowing, 

The  Lord  will  bid  me  hasten  home, 
Unquestioning  and  all  unknowing. 


VI. 

The  time,  the  way,   I'd  leave  to  Thee: 

Were  mine  the  choice,  this  would  I  rather, 

Content  that  both  alike  shall  be 

As  seemeth  best  to  thee,  my  Father. 

iSS.s. 


1 62  HYMNS. 


LXXIV L.M. 


"£2Ef)om  (SotJ  t)att)  tytXiQcti  in."— Job  iii.  23. 


I. 

'T^HE  sea  before,  the  foe  behind, 

What  place  of  hiding  can  I  find? 
Shut  up  from  help  on  every  side, 
What  hand  my  trembling  feet  will  guide? 

11. 

From  Satan's  realm  I  sought  to  flee, 
And  now  behold  the  raging  sea ! 
The  foe  is  pressing  on  me  sore, 
And  I  shall  perish  on  the  shore. 

in. 

When  I  set  out  to  'scape  his  sway 
The  guide-posts  pointed  me  this  way : 
Is  there  no  arm  this  side  the  wave 
The  hunted  fugitive  to  save? 


HYMNS.  163 


IV. 

The  treacherous  deep  my  soul  may  snare, 

And  yet  away  far  over  there 

The  haven  of  salvation  lies, 

Its  borders  reaching  to  the  skies. 

v. 

And  must  I  venture  in  the  sea? 
Is  there  no  other  path  for  me? 
Will  the  same  hand  that  led  me  here 
For  my  deliverance  now  appear? 

VI. 

O  Lord,  my  Saviour!  hear  my  cry: 
In  my  distressful  day  come  nigh : 
Now,  trembling,  on  the  waves  I  tread, 
O  hold  me  in  this  time  of  dread. 

VII. 

The  waters  part  before  my  feet; 
Onward  I  press  with  footsteps  fleet: 
Dry-shod  I  reach  the  farther  strand 
And  enter  in  Immanuel's  land ! 

VIII. 

Forevermore  Thy  praise  I'll  sing  : 

Glory  to  thee,  Eternal  King ! 

'Tis  thine  to  order  all  my  way, 

Be  mine  unquestioning  to  obev. 

,4»  1S85. 


i64  HYMNS. 


LXXV 7's. 


"  Qrah)  nigf)  unto  mg  soul."— Ps.  lxix.  18. 


I. 


TVTEARER  to  thy  heart  of  love; 
Nearer  to  thy  hand  of  power: 
Jesus !  nearer  every  hour 

Lift  me  to  the  life  above. 


II. 

Nearer  unto  thee,  my  Lord, 

Who  art  always  near  to  me, 
Though  thy  hand  I  may  not  see 

As  it  guides  me  heavenward. 


in. 

Nearer  to  thy  gracious  throne 

May  thy  Spirit  draw  my  feet, 
Nearer  to  thy  merey-seat, 

Seeing  none  but  thee  alone. 


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HYMNS.  165 


IV. 


Nearer  when  the  morn  shall  break, 
Nearer  when  the  sun  goes  down, 
Let  thy  loving-kindness  crown 

All  the  way  my  feet  should  take. 


v. 


Nearer  in  the  crowded  day, 
Nearer  in  the  secret  place, 
Let  the  sense  of  present  grace 

In  my  peaceful  bosom  stay. 


VI. 


Nearer  when  my  trembling  hand 

Lifts  the  dreaded  cross  with  fear, 
Though  I  shed  the  human  tear 

When,  bereft,   I  mutely  stand. 


VII. 


Nearer,  Jesus,   to  thy  breast 
As  my  daily  need  is  more, 
Till  thou  openest  the  door 

Leading  to  the  heavenly  rest. 


1885. 


;66  HYMNS. 


LXXVI 7,  6. 


"©  mrj  soul,  faof)B  art  trjou  rjtgqutrtrti  baitijtn  nu?"— Ps.  xlii.  u. 


I. 

1\ /T  Y  soul !  why  sit  forsaken 

In  sorrow's  darken' d  tent? 
Why  should  thy  trust  be  shaken 
By  griefs  thy  L,ord  hath  sent? 


II. 

It  was  the  love  he  bore  thee 
That  led  him  to  the  cross  : 

That  love  is  ever  o'er  thee, 

To  save  thee,  soul,  from  loss. 


in. 

Go,  climb  faith's  sacred  mountain, 
Unweighted  by  thy  fears  ; 

Arise  above  the  fountain 

That  feeds  the  stream  of  tears; 


HYMNS.  167 


IV. 

And  thou  shalt  see  far  over 

The  mist  that  dims  thine  eyes, 

And  then  shalt  thou  discover 
The  bow  across  the  skies. 


v. 


It  is  not  always  raining; 

It  is  not  always  night: 
His  grace  shall  shame  thy  plaining; 

Thy  God  is  always  right. 


VI. 


In  lovingness  he  reigneth 
O'er  all  his  family, 

And  whatso  he  ordaineth 
Is  ever  best  to  be. 


VII. 


Then  let  thy  night  of  sadness 
Bring  in  the  grateful  day, 

And  thou  shalt  walk  in  gladness 
With  Jesus  by  the  way. 


1885. 


1 68  HYMNS. 


LXXVII CM. 


11  ILook  unto  me,  ano  be  gc  sabfoV'— Isaiah  xlv.  22. 

I. 

*T"^IS  but  a  looking  unto  Christ 

In  penitence  and  trust, 
And  he  bestows  the  grace  unpriced 
That  counts  the  sinner  just. 

11. 

'Tis  but  a  doing  of  his  will, 
The  work  of  faith  in  love, 

And  he  the  passing  days  shall  fill 
With  blessings  dream' d  not  of. 

in. 

'Tis  but  the  leaving  in  his  hands 
The  morrow  with  its  cares, 

And  peace  within  the  bosom  stands 
An  angel  unawares. 


HYMNS.  169 


IV. 

'Tis  but  a  word  of  comfort  said, 
A  simple,  kindly  deed, — 

Yet  'tis  a  precious  ointment  shed 
Upon  a  soul  in  need. 

v. 

'Tis  but  the  bearing  patiently 

The  wrongful  word,  the  sneer, 

And  love  shall  turn  the  enmity 
Of  hate's  empoison' d  spear. 

VI. 

'Tis  but  a  look  of  tenderness 
On  weepers  left  behind 

That  lingers  evermore  to  bless 
The  sad  and  lonely  mind. 

VII. 

'Tis  but  the  closing  of  the  eye, 
The  ceasing  of  the  breath, 

Then  comes  the  hour  of  victory, 
The  triumph  over  death. 

VIII. 

'Tis  but  a  lifting  of  the  latch 
That  fastens  glory's  door, 


jyo 


HYMNS. 


And  wondrous  sights  the  eye  shall  catch 
On  heaven's  resplendent  floor. 


IX. 


'Twas  but  an  erring  child  of  earth 
With  mortal  sandals  shod : 

Lo  !  now,  of  an  immortal  birth, 
He  lives  with  Christ  in  God. 


18S5. 


HYMNS.  171 


LXXVIII.  ...  8,  4. 


44  |i?olti  tijou  mr  up,  antJ  E  si^ali  be  safe." — Ps.  cxix.  117. 

I. 

T)  UILD  up,  O  Lord,  a  rampart-wall 

Along  my  way, 
That,  journeying  onward,  I  withal 

Go  not  astray. 

11. 

Whene'er  the  road  be  rough  and  steep, 

And  I,  foot-sore, 
Over  the  rocks  but  slowly  creep, 

Give  strength  the  more. 

in. 

When  noon  shall  pour  upon  my  brow 

Its  burning  heat, 
Beside  the  shadowing  rock  guide  Thou 

My  faltering  feet. 
15 


1 72  HYMNS. 


IV. 

While  walking  lonely  in  the  dark, 

No  hand  in  mine, 
Vouchsafe  a  star,  a  heavenly  spark, 

On  me  to  shine. 

v. 

When  lost  amid  a  tangled  wild 

Of  fear  and  doubt, 
Good  Shepherd,  seek  the  erring  child 

And  lead  him  out. 

VI. 

The  fruit  of  earth's  forbidden  trees 

Let  me  not  taste ; 
Nor  lag,  nor  lie  in  bowers  of  ease, 

When  I  should  haste. 

VII. 

If  e'er  I  meet  one  overborne 

Or  faint  of  heart, 
May  I,   instead  of  careless  scorn, 

Good  cheer  impart. 

VIII. 

Let  me  not  loiter  on  the  edge 

Of  any  sin, 
Lest,  dallying  on  the  slippery  ledge, 

My  feet  slide  in. 


HYMNS.  173 


IX. 

Yet,  if  unheedingly  they  slide, 

Thy  grace  I  crave : 
Be  thou  my  rescuer  and  guide; 

Lord  Jesus,  save ! 

x. 

When  I  come  near,  all  worn  and  scarr'd, 

Thy  mansions  blest, 
Then,  Saviour,  let  me  find  unbarr'd 

The  gate  of  rest. 

XI. 

Among  the  multitudes  that  throng 

The  holy  place, 
Be  mine  to  sing  in  loving  song 

Thy  sovereign  grace. 

1885. 


Is  pJ 


i74  HYMNS. 


LXXIX.  .  .  .  S.  M. 

"Jfor  trjg  great  mercies,  ©  ILorti,  fjrar."— Dan.  ix.  18,  19. 

I. 

r\  FATHER,  for  thy  love! 
^^^     O  Saviour,  for  thy  grace ! 
O  Comforter,  as  heaven  above 

Be  this  thy  dwelling-place. 


11. 

O  for  the  promised  gift ! 
O  for  the  gracious  rain ! 
Let  not  thy  church,  O  Lord,  uplift 
Her  hungering  prayers  in  vain. 


in. 

O  for  the  touch  of  power ! 
O  for  the  tongues  of  flame ! 
O  for  the  coming  of  the  hour 
To  glorify  thy  name. 


HYMNS.  175 


IV. 

O  for  the  tender  heart ! 
O  for  the  loving  fear ! 
Blest  Holy  One,   the  gift  impart 
Thy  still,  small  voice  to  hear. 


v. 

Hasten  the  rising  sun ! 
O  drive  away  the  night! 
Soon  may  thy  sovereign  will  be  done, 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  might. 

1885. 


1  => ' 


1 76  //  YMNS. 


. 


7  ^ 


LXXX 8,  7. 


"get  i)c  bare  tf)c  sin  of  mans."— Isa.  liii-  12. 


I. 

/^\  THE  darkness,  0  the  sorrow, 
^^     O  the  misery  of  sin  ! 
When  will  dawn  the  promised  morrow 
That  shall  bring  deliverance  in? 


11. 

One  there  was  ordain' d  to  languish, 
Guiltless,  in  Gethsemane : 

One  there  was  who  died  in  anguish, 
Innocent,  on  Calvary. 


in. 

Jesus  was  the  burden-bearer, 

God's  own  Son  the  sacrifice, — 

Of  the  griefs  of  man  the  sharer, 
Of  his  soul  the  ransom-price. 


HYMNS.  177 


IV. 


'Tis  the  Christ,   the  ever-living, 
Ever-loving,  ever-blest, 

By  the  Comforter  still  giving 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  rest. 


v. 


Can  the  love  so  freely  given, 

Can  the  blood  so  freely  shed, 

Fail  to  draw  the  earth  to  heaven, — 
Fail  to  bring  alive  its  dead? 


VI. 

Rise,  O  children  of  the  Father ! 

Stand,  ye  brothers  of  the  Son, 
In  unyielding  ranks  together 

Till  the  crown  of  Christ  be  won 


VII. 

Till  the  lands  of  sin  and  sorrow. 
Darker  than  the  ancient  night, 

Shall  behold  the  promised  morrow 
Beam  on  them  with  saving  light. 

1—. 


178  HYMNS. 


LXXXI 8,  9. 


M  Caught  up  into  }para'0tse."— 2  Cor.  xii.  4. 


I. 

T3EF0RE  the  silver  cord  be  loosed, 
Or  e'er  the  golden  bowl  be  broken, 
By  Christ's  redeem' d  is  heard  and  spoken 

A  language  ne'er  by  earthlings  used. 


11. 

While  waiting  for  his  call  of  grace, 
The  links  of  life  as  yet  unriven, 
A  new-created  sense  is  given 

That  pierces  the  immeasured  space. 


in. 

The  spirit,  newly  clothed  upon, 

Out-reaches  to  the  gates  eternal, 
And  glimpses  of  the  realms  supernal 

Eclipse  awhile  the  natural  sun. 


HYMNS.  179 


IV. 


So  Stephen  saw  the  Son  of  man 

At  God's  right  hand  enthroned  in  glory, 
And  while  with  martyr-baptism  gory 

His  life  on  high  with  Christ  began. 


v. 


And  so,  through  time's  on-speeding  years, 
Some  ripening  saints,  with  favour  gifted, 
Anear  God's  presence  have  been  lifted 

While  dwelling  in  these  lower  spheres. 


VI. 


Of  old,  the  shepherds  saw  on  high 

His  angels  in  their  bright  apparel, 
And  heard  redemption's  wondrous  card, 

Alone,  beneath  the  midnight  sky. 


VII. 

If  distant  glories  of  the  throne 

Transfigure  now  our  earthly  mansions, 
What  powers,  what  insights,  what  expan- 
sions, 

When  we  shall  know  as  we  are  known ! 

18S6. 


i8o  HYMNS. 


L/XXXII.   .  .  .  8,  8. 


"  £fjou  mafust  trjc  outgoings  of  trjc  morning  anti  rbrning  to  sing." 

Ps.  lxv.  8. 


I. 

~^\AY  is  waning  into  shadow; 

Darkness  dims  the  hill  and  meadow, 
Till  the  stars  light  up  the  even 
As  they  climb  the  hills  of  heaven. 

ii. 

With  its  lantern  earthward  swinging, 
See  the  firefly  heavenward  winging ; 
While  from  crannied  wall  and  thicket 
Comes  the  carol  of  the  cricket. 

in. 

Peace,  with  hushing  finger  lifted, 
Cheers  the  heart  by  sorrow  rifted, 
Pointing  to  the  Comfort-Giver 
And  the  home  beyond  the  river. 


HYMNS.  .    181 


IV. 

As  an  island  ocean-bounded, 
Lord,  thy  love  hath  me  surrounded, — 
Love  in  sunlight,  love  in  showers, 
Bringing  precious  fruits  and  flowers. 

v. 

Thou  hast  given  from  thy  treasure 
Bounties  more  than  I  can  measure: 
Yea,  my  Father !  not  a  minute 
But  has  come  with  goodness  in  it. 

VI. 

Years  there  were  that  brought  me  crosses ; 
Times  of  pain  and  grief  and  losses ; 
Still  they  carried  in  their  keeping 
Sowing-time  and  harvest-reaping. 


VII. 

As  the  span  of  life  shall  lengthen, 
Lord,  my  faith  and  patience  strengthen : 
Daily  to  thee  bring  me  nearer, 
Daily  to  me  be  thou  dearer. 

VIII. 

After  thine,  O  holy  Saviour ! 
Pattern'd  be  my  life's  behaviour: 
Less  of  self  in  all  my  bearing, 
More  for  others  daily  caring. 


1 82   .  HYMNS. 


IX. 

When  shall  come  the  soul's  undressing, 
May  I  fall  asleep  with  blessing, 
And  await  thy  call  of  waking 
When  the  heavenly  day  is  breaking. 

x. 

Past  all  earthly  joy  and  weeping, 
What  a  waking  after  sleeping, 
When  the  new-born  eye  beholdeth 
What  thy  grace,  dear  Lord,  unfoldeth  ! 

1886. 


HYMNS.  183 


LXXXIII 8,  7. 


Eo  ttrm  tfiat  lobe  (Goo  all  things  foork  totjrtfjer  for  3000. 

Rom.  viii.  28. 


I. 

/^*OLD  the  bed  and  hard  the  pillow, 
Yet  the  wanderer  slept  near  heaven 

Wild  the  wind  and  high  the  billow, 

Yet  the  bark  was  homeward  driven. 


11. 

Bitter  were  the  tears  of  sorrow, 

Yet  the  drops  were  turn'd  to  balm 

Darkly  loom'd  the  dreaded  morrow, 
Yet  it  broke  in  heavenly  calm. 


in. 

Fiery  darts  above  him  flying, 

Yet  beneath  faith's  shield  he  lay: 

Weary  paths  before  him  lying, 

Yet  a  brook  was  by  the  way. 

16 


1 84  HYMNS. 


IV. 


Heavy  seem'd  the  cross  unlifted, 
Yet  'twas  light  when  taken  up 

Empty  was  the  rock  unrifted, 

Yet  a  blessing  fill'd  the  cup. 


v. 


Fierce  the  furnace  sevenfold  heated, 
Yet  the  Son  of  God  was  there : 

By  the  evil  ill-entreated, 

Yet  the  Lord  his  sorrow  bare. 


VI. 

Often  worn  and  heavy-laden, 

Yet  there  came  a  perfect  rest 

When  the  soul,  his  promise  stay'd  on, 

In  the  Lord  was  ever  blest. 

1887. 


S^2LS> 


HYMNS.  185 


LXXXIV 8,  8,  8. 


Goo",  faofjo  gttifti)  us  rirfilg  all  ttiings  to  rniog. — 1  Tim.  vi.  17. 


I. 

T7ATHER !  all  is  of  thy  giving : 

All  of  good  from  thee  receiving, 
This  the  wherefore  man  is  living : 


11. 

This  the  blessedness  of  being, 
Led  by  thee,  the  One  All-seeing, 
In  the  ways  of  thy  decreeing. 

in. 

By  the  power  of  thy  Spirit, 
Only  in  thy  dear  Son's  merit, 
Daily  grace  do  we  inherit. 

IV. 
On  our  upward  journey  going 
In  the  strength  of  thy  bestowing, 
Building  up  or  overthrowing: 


1 86  HYMNS. 


v. 

Overthrowing  things  of  meanness, 
In  their  prime  or  budding  greenness, 
Pride  and  passion  and  uncleanness: 

VI. 

Evil  thought  and  evil  speaking, 
Words  with  hate  and  envy  reeking, 
Grasping  greed  and  selfish  seeking. 

VII. 

Building  not  of  wood  and  stubble 
Things  that  perish  like  a  bubble 
In  the  day  of  fiery  trouble : 

VIII. 

But  of  gold  and  gems  the  rarest ; 
Stones  the  strongest  and  the  fairest; 
Earnest  deeds  for  which  thou  carest: 

IX. 

Precious  gems  of  love  undying; 
Patient,  faithful,  self-denying  ; 
Sturdy  stones  that  stand  the  trying. 

x. 

Not  for  honours  transitory, 
Not  for  name  in  passing  story, 
But  to  thy  most  sovereign  glory. 


HYMNS.  187 


XI. 

Nor  of  our  own  wisdom,  Master! 
Else  we  work  alone  disaster: 
Lord!  be  thou  our  life's  forecaster. 

XII. 

This  thy  children's  joy  in  living, 
Kingly  gifts  from  thee  receiving, 

Love  and  service  to  thee  giving. 

isss. 


3*^5 


16* 


1 88  HYMNS. 


LXXXV S.  M. 


ILrt  fjim  stt  alonr,  anto  keep  stlrnrr,  bfrausf  %t  ijati)  lattJ  tt  upon  |tm. 

Lam.  iii.  28. 


I. 

DE  still,  my  soul !  be  still, 

Nor  hide  thee  in  the  cleft; 
But  to  thy  Father's  loving  will 
Be  thy  deliverance  left. 


11. 

But  little  dost  thou  know, 
But  little  canst  thou  see 
Of  the  unfoldings  of  the  plan 
That  grasps  eternity : 


in. 

That  holds  the  child  of  days, 
That  holds  the  angelic  throng, 
And  spans  the  countless  worlds  that  move 
Their  starry  path  along. 


HYMNS.  189 


IV. 


Yet  God  will  not  forget 
The  ransom' d  of  his  grace: 
The  gift  of  his  beloved  Son 
Doth  every  gift  embrace. 


v. 


His  mercy  hovers  round 
Thy  pathway  every  hour: 
His  loving-kindness  is  as  vast 
As  his  almighty  power. 


VI. 


Be  quieted,  my  soul ! 
In  sweet  content  abide : 
If  night  be  long,  the  day  will  come, 
And  thou 'It  be  satisfied. 


VII. 


My  soul !  bless  now  the  Lord, 

Thy  hope,  thy  rock,  thy  King! 

Thy  Father,  Saviour,  Comforter, 

E'en  in  the  darkness  sing. 

18S9. 


i9o  HYMNS. 


IvXXXVI 8,  7. 


5  fcotll  nuottate  also  upon  all  tijn  toork,  ano  muse  on  tijg  ootngs. 

Psalm  lxxvii.  12. 


I. 

CITTING  in  the  twilight  musing 
On  the  days  that  come  and  go, 

Joys  and  sorrows,  interfusing, 
Mingled  in  a  sunset  glow : 

All  were  of  the  Father's  choosing, 
Gifts  most  fitting  to  bestow. 


11. 

Often  had  the  sun  been  shining : 

Yet  e'en  when  the  day  was  chill, 

Shower  and  sunshine,  intertwining, 
Rainbows  flung  from  vale  to  hill, 

And  the  soul,  its  self  resigning, 
In  the  peace  of  God  lay  still. 

in. 

When,  the  Saviour's  voice  unheeding, 
In  the  depths  the  spirit  lies, 


HYMNS.  191 


We  see  not  the  ladder  leading 
Upward  to  the  holy  skies, 

Till  the  Hand  for  us  once  bleeding 
Touch  with  sight  our  blinded  eyes. 

IV. 

Evermore  the  Shepherd  careth 

For  the  gather' d  of  his  fold:  ■ 

Still  the  wandering  ones  he  beareth 
From  the  darkness  and  the  cold: 

Still  he  healeth,  still  he  spareth, 
As  on  earth  he  did  of  old. 

v. 

O  what  loving  pity  bideth 

In  the  bosom  of  our  Lord ! 

He  that  in  His  truth  confideth 

Finds  the  treasure  in  it  stored, 

That  for  him  His  grace  provideth 
An  exceeding  great  reward. 

VI. 

Musing  in  the  quiet  chamber 

Of  the  soul  at  eventide, 
If  we  stir  some  ashy  ember 

Of  a  fire  that  long  had  died, 

Penitent,  may  we  remember 

Christ  our  Lord  was  crucified  ! 

1889. 


•  92  HYMNS 


LXXXVII L.  M. 

Jfor  trje  ©llj  ILocj  College  Celebration,  near  tfje  0esfjamtng, 
September  5,  1889. 


I. 

CTRENGTH  of  our  fathers  in  the  day 

A  mighty  work  upon  them  lay, 
Which  thou  hast  crown' d  with  holy  fame, 
We  bless  and  magnify  thy  name. 


n. 

A  house  for  thee  they  builded  well : 
Though  humblest  in  all  Israel, 
Yet  thou  didst  sanctify  as  thine 
The  prophets'  school  of  lore  divine. 


in. 

The  seed  of  truth  in  faith  was  sown : 
Nurtured  of  thee,  a  tree  hath  grown 
Whose  branches  overspread  the  land, 
And  thousands  in  its  shadow  stand. 


HYMNS.  193 


IV. 


Its  fruits  are  knowledge,  life,  and  light ; 
Knowledge  of  thee,  so  clear,  so  bright, 
That  he  whose  soul  with  truth  is  rife 
Shall   find  in  Christ  eternal  life. 


v. 


That  tree,  of  verdure  fresh  and  fair, 
While  mountains  stand  shall  fruitage  bear, 
And  in  the  garden  of  the  Lord 
Perennial  blessings  shall  afford. 


VI. 


Jehovah-jireh  !     We  adore 
The  God  whose  love  provided  more 
Than  they  foreknew  who  sow'd  in  tears, 
And  reap'd  in  joy  in  after  years. 


VII. 


Glory  to  God  !  our  voices  sing : 

Glory  to  God  !  our  praise  we  bring 

Glory  to  God !  let  all  men  cry  : 

Glory  to  God !  let  heaven  reply. 


18S9. 


i94  HYMNS. 


LXXXVIII 7's. 


2Tf)f  Comfortfr,  tfje  ^olg  Spirit,  infjorn  tfjc  jFatf)cr  fcotll  scnti  in  mg 
name,  \)t  sf)all  tract)  gou  all  tfjtngs. — John  xiv.  26. 


I. 

THJILDER  of  thy  holy  church : 

Comforter  of  all  thy  saints : 
Guide  of  all  that  meekly  search : 
Helper  of  the  heart  that  faints : 
Holy  Spirit !  Lord  divine  ! 
Gracious  majesty  is  thine. 


11. 

Dweller  in  the  lowly  heart 

Clothed  in  faith's  simplicity, 
Unto  us  the  grace  impart 

Of  thy  loving  flock  to  be. 
Holy  Spirit !  day  by  day 
Guide  and  keep  us  in  thy  way. 

in. 

Christ  the  Lord  went  up  on  high : 
Yet  in  thee  he  bideth  here, 


HYMNS.  195 


Right-hand  of  Infinity, 

Till  in  judgment  he  appear: 
Holy  Spirit !  glorify 
Thine  eternal  majesty. 

IV. 

Not  by  works  that  man  can  do 

Can  the  guilt  of  man  be  shriven  : 
Thou  alone  ereatest  new, 

Grace  through  thee  alone  is  given : 
Holy  Spirit !  give  us  light 
To  discern  the  truth  aright. 

v. 
Sanctifier  of  thy  church  ! 

Cast  out  what  is  not  of  Thee : 
Let  no  human  touch  besmirch 
Thine  own  temple's  purity. 
Holy  Spirit !   unto  Thee — 
Xot  to  man — all  glory  be. 

VI. 

Arm  of  everlasting  strength, 

Executing  God's  decrees! 
Victor  over  all  at  length, 

Thou  wilt  bring  in  perfect  peace. 

Holy  Spirit !  God  of  power ! 

Quickly  come  the  glorious  hour. 
17  •         1S90. 


i96  HYMNS. 


LXXXIX 6,  8. 


Cfir  bright,  tf)f  jHorning:.Star.— Rev.  xxii.  16. 


I. 

T^HE  bright,  the  Morning-Star ! 

Forerunner  of  the  day, 
The  shadows  flee  afar 

Before  its  radiant  way ; 
Dawn  of  an  immortal  morrow 
On  a  world  redeem 'd  from  sorrow. 


ii. 

Its  uncreated  rays 

Of  never-fading  sheen — 
An  endless  day  of  days 

Without  a  night  between — 
Swifter  fly  than  angel-pinions 
Over  measureless  dominions. 

in. 

The  Christ,  the  Morning-Star! 
How  shadowy  and  how  dim 


HYMNS.  197 


The  purest  jewels  are 

Mid  light  that  beams  from  Him  ! 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 
Thine  no  radiance  transitory. 

IV. 

O  Christ,  the  Morning-Star, 

How  beauteous  art  Thou ! 
Through  heavenly  gates  ajar 

We  catch  some  glimpses  now : 
O  the  joy,  the  love,  the  wonder, 
When  we  pass  the  portals  yonder! 

V. 

HowT  long  eternity  ! 

Yet  not  a  foot  will  tire, 
No  hand  hang  wearily, 
And  not  a  joy  expire : 
Eye  undimm'd  and  soul  unsated 
E'er  will  find  new  joys  created. 

VI. 

O  Morning-Star!  the  light 

That  lighteth  every  man, 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night 

That  fell  when  sin  began. 

Shine  on  all,  O  Star  supernal ! 

Dayspring  of  the  life  eternal. 

1891. 


i98  HYMNS 


XC DIES   IRJE. 


A  Rendering  in  the  Original  Metre  of  the  Latin  Hymn  of 

Thomas  of  Celano. 


I. 

T^\AY  of  wrath !  the  day  that  endeth 
Time,  the  world  ablaze,  impendeth 
So  old  prophecy  portendeth. 

ii. 

What  the  trembling  consternation 
When  the  Judge  of  all  creation 
Comes  for  strict  investigation ! 

in. 

Lo !  the  startling  trumpet,  swelling, 
Through  the  graves  its  blast  impelling, 
Man  before  the  throne  is  knelling ! 

IV. 

Struck  aghast  both  Death  and  Nature, 
When  upcometh  every  creature 
To  the  dreaded  judicature. 


HYMNS.  199 


v. 

Bringing  forth  the  Book  indited, 
All  the  world's  misdeeds  recited 
Rightfully  will  be  requited. 

VI. 

When  the  Judge  his  seat  assume th, 
What  is  secret  he  illumeth  ; 
None  escaping  whom  he  doometh. 

VII. 

Woe  is  me  !  what  exculpation  ? 

Who  can  proffer  mediation 

Since  the  just  scarce  find  salvation? 

VIII. 

King  of  majesty  astounding  ! 

With  thy  grace  thine  own  surrounding, 

Save  me,  Fount  of  love  abounding ! 

IX. 

Holy  Lord !  recall  thy  yearning 
E'en  when  I  thy  ways  was  spurning: 
Keep  me  on  that  day  of  burning ! 

x. 

Waiting,  weary,  me  thou  soughtest: 
On  the  cross  my  soul  thou  boughtest : 
Xot  in  vain  be  work  thou  wroughtest ! 

17* 


2oo  HYMNS. 


XI. 

Judge  avenging !  with  contrition 
I  entreat  thy  full  remission 
Ere  that  day  of  inquisition ! 

XII. 

Wailing,  as  one  self-accusing, 
Guilt  my  crimson 'd  face  suffusing, 
Spare  me,  L,ord !  of  thy  good  choosing 

XIII. 

Maty  was  by  thee  forgiven, 

And  by  thee  the  thief  was  shriven : 

Let  not  hope  from  me  be  driven. 

XIV. 

Worthless  all  my  prayers  ascending, 
Yet,  thy  grace  benign  extending, 
Save  me  from  the  fires  unending ! 

xv. 

With  thy  sheep  infold  me  ever 

At  thy  right-hand,  wandering  never: 

From  the  goats  my  portion  sever. 

XVI. 

When  the  wicked,  self-confounded, 
Are  by  angry  flames  surrounded, 
Be  my  name  with  blessing  sounded. 


HYMNS.  201 


XVII. 

Prostrate,  for  thy  mercy  crying, 
Heart  as  if  in  ashes  lying, 
Care  for  me  when  I  am  dying. 


On  that  tearful  dav  of  terror, 

At  the  fiery  resurrection 
Judging  man  for  sinful  error, 

God,  grant  this  one  thy  protection  ! 


O  kind  Jesus,  Lord  and  Saviour, 

Give  to  them  thy  restful  favour ! 

Amen. 

1891. 


202  HYMNS. 


XCI S,y. 

En  mo  JFatfjcr's  fjousc  arc  manrj  mansions. — John  xiv.  2. 

I. 

l\JO  tears  for  those  whose  feet  have  pass'd 

Within  the  golden  portals, 
Away  their  dusty  garments  cast 

For  robes  of  the  immortals. 

11. 

Out  of  the  depths  no  more  they  cry, 
They  sing  upon  the  mountains  ; 

No  more  in  thirsty  lands  they  sigh, 
They  drink  of  living  fountains. 

in. 

They  look  upon  the  face  of  One, 
Whom  they  had  loved  unseeing, 

Who  loved  them  in  the  ages  gone, 
Before  they  were  in  being. 

IV. 

No  idling  part  is  theirs  to  fill 

In  that  high  realm  of  splendor  : 

They  go  and  come  as  God  shall  will 
And  loving  sen-ice  render. 


HYMNS.  203 


v. 

At  his  behest,  to  sun  or  star 

They  speed  on  viewless  pinions, 

To  do  his  bidding  near  or  far 

Throughout  his  wide  dominions. 

VI. 

The  trees  of  sinless  knowledge  grow 

In  fields  forever  vernal : 
The  streams  of  love  anear  them  flow 

Unfathom'd  and  eternal. 

VII. 

No  days  will  measure  holy  time, 
No  Sabbath  once  in  seven ; 

The  bells  of  gladness  always  chime 
In  every  heart  in  heaven. 

VIII. 

No  lassitude  will  numb  the  brain, 
No  heart  nor  hand  grow  weary; 

No  tear,  no  sigh,  nor  any  pain, 
No  night,  no  tempest  dreary. 

IX. 

From  mansions  in  that  Paradise, 

With  Jesus  Christ  forever, 

Would  we  our  parted  ones  entice 

To  earth  again  ? — No  !  never ! 

1891. 


2o4  HYMNS. 


XCII 7-8,8,7. 

Z.\)t  liaD  is  tttnr,  tf)r  mgf)t  also  is  tfjinc. — Ps.  lxxiv.  16. 

I. 

TORD  of  night  as  of  the  day! 
^~^  While  the  lingering  twilight  paleth 
And  the  evening-star  prevaileth, 
Quietly  I  muse  and  pray. 

11. 

Great  thy  goodness,  Lord !  how  wide  ! 
For  thy  loving-kindness  twineth 
Round  each  ray  of  light  that  shineth 

From  the  morn  till  eventide. 

in. 

When  the  night  is  going  by 
Dewdrops  gather  without  number, 
So  in  my  unconscious  slumber 

Countless  blessings  round  me  lie. 

IV. 

Spread  thy  sheltering  wing  to-night ; 

Let  me  sleep  beneath  its  cover, 

While  unseen  the  angels  hover 

Near  me  till  the  morning  light. 

1S91. 


HYMNS.  205 


XCIII L.  M 


Come  noli),  anlJ  let  us  rfason  together,  sattl)  tfjc  ILortJ :  though  nour 
sins  be  as  scarlet,  tfjcg  shall  be  as  turjtte  as  snoto. — Isa.  i.  18, 


I. 


I 


DID  not  ask  the  reason  why 
The  Lord  of  life  came  here  to  die 
Until  I  found  I  needed  one 
To  do  what  Jesus  Christ  hath  done. 


11. 


A  lonely  traveller  in  the  dark, 
The  way  unlighted  by  a  spark, 

I  stumbled  onward  with  a  dole 
Of  sin  and  sorrow  in  my  soul. 


in. 


The  burden  that  within  me  lay 

I  saw  not  how  to  put  away, 

Till  one  unseen  spake  tenderly, 

4 'Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me." 


2o6  HYMNS. 


IV. 


I  took  the  cross  he  bade  me  take, 
To  bear  it  for  his  gracious  sake : 

A  willing  power  unknown  before 
Each  passing  day  possess' d  me  more. 


v. 

The  hand  that  made  me  strong  was  such 
I  scarcely  felt  its  gentle  touch : 

To  do  his  will,  it  was  no  cross; 

To  follow  him,  it  was  no  loss. 


VI. 

That  loving  one  who  spake  to  me, 
The  very  God  in  Christ  is  he ! 

O  that  the  world  would  ask  him  wThy 

The  Lord  of  life  came  here  to  die. 

1892. 


-~>- 


HYMNS.  207 


XCIV CM. 


Ccfjolo,  tfjg  liinrj  comrtf)  unto  tf)ce.— Matt,  xxi.  5. 


I. 

A    GLADSOME  heart  is  mine  this  day ; 
My  thoughts  within  me  sing ; 
A  welcome  guest  has  come  to  stay : 
'Tis  Jesus  Christ,  my  King  ! 

11. 

My  house — an  humble  place  it  is — 

May  be  with  little  stored, 
Yet  it  and  all  therein  are  his, 

For  he  is  Christ,  my  Lord. 

in. 

He  does  not  come,  that  Master  mine, 

To  tarry  for  a  night, 
For  shelter  at  the  day's  decline, 

To  go  at  morning  light. 

is 


2o8  HYMNS. 


IV. 

Nor  does  he  as  a  king  come  in, 

Although  my  King  is  he : 
He  comes  as  one  of  brother-kin 

With  brother's  grace  for  me. 

v. 

He  always  gave  me  good  for  ill, 
And  I  ashamed  could  hide; 

Yet  more  than  brother  is  he  still, 
My  Father,  Saviour,  Guide. 

VI. 

How  mean  my  barely-furnish'd  rooms 
For  such  a  \  gracious  guest! 

But  at  his  touch  a  tent  becomes 
A  palace  of  the  blest : 

VII. 

A  palace  on  the  border-line 

Betwixt  the  earth  and  skies, 

Where  in  its  windows  light  doth  shine 
Across  from  Paradise. 

VIII. 

O  Christ,  my  King !  I  cannot  tell 

Why  such  a  thing  can  be, 
That  thou  wilt  deign  with  me  to  dwell, 

As  one  beloved  of  thee ! 

1892. 


HYMNS.  209 


xcv. : ...  s,  7. 


2Tfir  fool  fjatf)  £5ato  in  fjts  fjcart,  STfjfrf  is  no  <&oTj. — Ps.  xiv.  1. 


I. 

T^RIFTING  on  a  lawless  ocean, 

Toss'd  by  random-roving  gales, 
Not  a  helm  to  guide  the  motion, 
Not  a  hand  to  trim  the  sails: 


11. 

All  uncertain  whence  or  whither, 
Not  a  reckoning  ever  made, 

Sweeping  ever  hither-thither, 

Not  a  course  by  compass  laid 

in. 

Not  a  log  the  speed  to  measure, 
Not  a  lookout  on  the  mast; 

Moving  on  at  chance's  pleasure, 
Yet  to  leeward  trending  fast: 


2io  HYMNS, 


IV. 


Not  a  rock  or  shoaling  charted, 

None  to  cast  the  warning  lead, 

Sunlight,  starlight,  both  departed, 
Fog  around  and  overhead : 


V. 


Not  a  cable  nor  an  anchor, 

Ballast  shifting  as  she  sways. 

Sheathing  eaten  off  by  canker, 

Rotting  ratlins,  shrouds  and  stays 


VI. 


Hatches  broken,  timbers  creaking, 
Pumps  dismantled,  lifeboat  gone, 

Water  through  the  seams  a-leaking, 
Creeping  upward  on  and  on : 

VII. 

Not  a  master  to  direct  her, 

Not  a  watch  to  walk  her  deck, 

Not  a  pilot  to  protect  her, 

Not  another  craft  at  beck : 

VIII. 

What  the  fate  of  such  a  vessel 

Wandering  over  unknown  deeps, 

When  with  storm  she  comes  to  wrestle, 
When  on  her  a  cyclone  sweeps? 


HYMNS.  2 1 1 


IX. 


What  can  help  her  as  she  drive th 

Through  the  breakers  on  the  rock  ? 

Who  can  rescue  when  she  riveth 
Into  fragments  by  the  shock  ? 


x. 

Such  the  man  who,  God  denying, 
Launches  out  into  the  night, 

On  himself  alone  relying  ; 

Not  on  Him  who  guideth  right; 

XI. 

Man  who  puffs  at  God,  his  Master, 
As  if  God  in  Christ  were  not: 
What  for  him  but  dread  disaster? 

What  but  wreck  his  certain  lot? 

1892. 


^H§*^ 


iS* 


2i2  HYMNS. 


XCVI 7's. 

Crjrtst  sfjall  rrign  for  rbcr  ant)  cbcr.— Rev.  xi.  15. 

I. 

TIT  HO  shall  reign  if  not  the  Christ  ? 

Who  can  wield  his  wand  of  power? 
Can  the  might  of  man  suffice 

To  uphold  the  spheres  an  hour? 

11. 

Who  but  Christ  can  seek  and  save? 

Who  but  he  our  pardon  win? 
Who  but  he  can  bridge  the  grave 

Heavenward  from  a  world  of  sin  ? 

in. 

Who  but  Christ,  the  only  Way, 
Only  Truth,  and  only  Life, 

Out  of  darkness  brings  the  day, 

Love  and  peace  for  woe  and  strife  ? 

IV. 

Christ  his  kingship  will  maintain : 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow ! 
Glorious  will  be  his  reign : 

Lord !  reveal  thy  glory  now ! 

1892. 


HYMNS.  213 


XCVII 8,  5. 


53rl)oltJ,  E  stanti  at  tije  Door  anti  fenocfc.— Rev.  iii.  20. 


I. 

"\  1  TYLO  is  he,  my  soul !  that  standeth 

At  thine  outer  door  ? 
What  is  it  that  he  demandeth, 
Knocking  evermore? 

11. 

In  the  night  and  in  the  morning, 
And  through  all  the  day  ; 

It  may  be  a  friendly  warning, 
Else  why  should  he  stay  ? 

in. 

Surely  'tis  no  jester,   mocking 

With  a  false  alarm : 
There  is  something  in  the  knocking 

That  forewarneth  harm. 


2i4  HYMNS. 


IV. 


'Tis  perchance  a  friend  appealing, 
For  he  gently  knocks : 

Not  a  robber,  bent  on  stealing 
Spite  of  bar  and  locks. 


v. 


Hear  his  voice,   "  Lo !  I  am  waiting, 
Waiting  long  have  been: 

Open  wide  the  door  and  grating ; 
Let  thy  Master  in ! 


VI, 


M  From  my  locks  the  drops  are  falling, 
Drops  of  midnight  dew : 
I  am  waiting,   I  am  calling, 
Lingering  soul!  for  you!" 

VII. 

Jesus  Christ,   the  King,   in  waiting ! 

Christ,  the  Lord  of  all ! 
And  I,   fearful,   hesitating 

To  obey  his  call ! 

viii. 

Wondrous  patience !  love  stupendous ! 

Standing  at  thy  door, 
O  my  soul !  thy  loss  tremendous 

If  he  knock  no  more. 


HYMNS.  215 


IX. 

Lo !  the  hinges,  set  and  rusty, 

All  my  efforts  mock; 
And  these  bolts,  disused  and  dusty, 

How  can  I  unlock? 

x. 

Help  me,  Lord  !  I  humbly  pray  thee 

For  thy  mercy's  sake : 
Even-  barrier  that  would  stay  thee 

Give  me  strength  to  break. 

1892. 


— <^$y& — , 


2i6  HYMNS. 


XCVIII CM. 


Ei)t  ban  of  man  is  not  (n  fjt'msclf :  it  is  not  in  man  ttjat  malfutf)  to 
Xiixtct  \)is  steps.— Jer.  x.  23. 


I. 

T  TOW  prone  my  hasty  feet  to  stray 
Where  fallen  angels  trod, 

To  shape  for  mine  own  self  a  way 
And  be  myself  my  God. 


11. 

How  oft,  Most  High  !  I  went  about 
As  though  I  plann'd  my  lot; 

Thee,  Sovereign  Master !  leaving  out 
As  if  thou  ruledst  not. 


in. 

When  cloudlessly  the  sun  came  up, 
'Twas  at  my  beck  it  shone: 

When  blessings  brimm'd  my  daily  cup, 
My  hand  the  boon  had  won. 


HYMNS.  217 


IV. 

When  troubles  came,  my  willing  back 

I  bent  to  take  the  load, 
And  stubbornly  I  bore  the  pack 

Along  my  chosen  road. 

v. 

How  oft  I  nurtured  infant  cares 
Till  the}-  became  full  grown ; 

How  oft  usurp' d  thine  own  affairs 
To  manage  as  mine  own. 

VI. 

O  Lord !  my  heart  is  slow  to  learn 

Faith's  simple  alphabet, 
And  dimly  does  my  mind  discern 

The  lessons  thou  dost  set. 


VII. 

O  !  take  my  wilful  self  from  me, 

And  give  me,  Lord !  instead, 

The  mind  that,   trusting  all  to  thee, 

Submissively  is  led. 

1892. 


2i8  HYMNS. 


XCIX 7's. 


Cttngs  infjtct)  fK^s  sail)  not,  anti  ears  rjcarti  not.— i  Cor.  ii.  9. 


I. 

T^\0  the  blest  in  Paradise, 

Crown' d  with  the  immortal  birth, 
Sometimes  bend  their  earnest  eyes 

To  the  loved  ones  on  the  earth? 


11. 

From  the  starry  battlements 

Do  they  spy  the  land  away, 

Where  they  dwelt  in  fragile  tents, 
Habited  in  robes  of  clay? 


ill. 

Do  they,  by  permissive  grace, 
To  their  olden  home  repair, 

Take  unseen  their  custom' d  place 
In  the  seeming  empty  chair? 


HYMNS.  219 


IV. 


Hidden  from  us,  do  they  walk 
Noiselessly  beside  us  here, 

And  in  silent  whispers  talk 

In  the  soul's  receptive  ear? 


v. 


As  the  fanning  of  a  wing 

O'er  a  wan  and  fever' d  brow, 

Do  they  from  its  gardens  bring 
Eden's  zephyrs  even  now? 

VI. 

Are  they  sent  to  drive  afar 

Things  of  darkness  in  the  night, 

While  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star 

Fills  the  soul  with  peace  and  light? 

VII. 

In  the  book  of  God  are  lines 

That  no  eye  hath  power  to  scan  : 

At  his  pleasure,   his  designs 

He  unfoldeth  unto  man. 

1892. 


19 


22o  HYMNS. 


C 6,  4. 

JTor  \)c  is  ILorti  of  lorSs  anfc  I&tng  of  kings.— Rev.  xvii.  14. 

I. 

A  yTY  song  of  songs  shall  be 
A  hymn  of  praise  to  thee, 

O  Christ  my  King ! 
Thy  Father's  gracious  Son, 
Thy  church's  precious  one, 
In  whom  its  heaven  is  won, 

O  Christ  my  King ! 

11. 

How  wondrous  'tis  that  God 
In  thee  this  earth  hath  trod, 

O  Christ  my  King ! 
Divine  effulgence  thou, 
His  impress  on  thy  brow, 
To  him  in  thee  I  bow, 

O  Christ  my  King! 

in. 

Thou  Lord  of  grace  divine, 
What  lovingness  is  thine, 
O  Christ  my  King ! 


HYMNS.  221 


Thou  foilest  Satan's  arts, 
Thou  healest  broken  hearts, 
All  good  thy  hand  imparts, 
O  Christ  my  King ! 

IV. 

In  heaven  I've  none  but  thee: 
In  earth  be  all  to  me, 

O  Christ  my  King! 
Thy  service  my  delight, 
So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
My  joy  shall  have  no  night, 

O  Christ  my  King ! 

v. 

Thy  kingdom  shall  remain ; 

Ne'er  shall  thy  glory  wane, 

O  Christ  my  King ! 

Old  earth  shall  pass  away, 

Its  sovereigns  turn  to  clay, 

Eternal  is  thy  sway, 

O  Christ  my  King  ! 

1892. 


222  HYMNS. 


CI 8,  5. 


%ty  satti  mttfjtn  fjerself,  Ef  £  mag  fcut  toucfj  f)ts  garment,  1:  sfjall 
be  totjole. — Matt.  ix.  21. 


I. 

>HTIS  the  Master  standing  yonder 

'Mid  the  pressing  throng: 
Some  look  on  his  face  in  wonder, 
Others  pass  along. 

11. 

He  is  teaching  on  the  highways 

In  the  Holy  Name, 
Healing  sufferers  in  the  byways, 

Palsied,  blind,   and  lame. 

in. 

E'en  the  dead  becomes  the  living 
On  the  road  to  Nain : 

Everywhere  his  hand  is  giving 
Help  to  souls  in  pain. 


HYMNS.  223 


IV. 


How  my  heart  to  him  is  reaching ! 

More  than  man  is  he : 
Gracious  lessons  he  is  teaching; 

O  how  sweet  to  me ! 


v. 


O  that  I  might  kneel  before  him, 

With  my  feet  unshod ! 
Trust  him,  love  him,  and  adore  him 

As  my  Lord  and  God. 


VI. 


Many  years  afflicted,  needy, 
Spent  is  all  my  store : 

If  I  find  not  succour  speedy 
Hope  is  mine  no  more. 


VII. 

Long  so  friendless,  homeless,  lonely, 

Nothing  can  I  pay : 
I  will  touch  his  garment  only, 

And  will  go  my  way. 

VIII. 

If  I  touch  him,  will  he  chide  me? 

Will  he  help  deny? 
In  the  crowd  I'll  seek  to  hide  me: 

I  must  touch  or  die  ! 

19* 


224  HYMNS. 


IX. 

Blessing  from  his  garment  floweth, 

Even  from  its  hem ! 
All  its  love  my  heart  bestoweth : 

Will  he  this  contemn? 

x. 

He  who  giveth  living  water 

When  the  heart  is  riven, 
Healeth  me,  and  saith :   "My  daughter! 

Go  in  peace,  forgiven." 

1892. 


HYMNS.  225 


CII 8,  7. 


f^e  is  tfjc  propitiation  for  our  sins  :  anti  not  for  ours  onlrj,  but  also 
for  trje  tnfjalc  foorlto. — 1  John  ii.  2. 


I. 

\\  THO  the  love  of  God  can  measure? 

Who  dare  set  to  him  a  bound  ? 
Countless  is  the  sum  of  treasure 
In  the  heavenly  coffers  found. 

11. 

Who  would  say,  Thus  far,  no  farther? 

Who  would  clip  the  wings  of  grace? 
Shall  we  not  to  all  men  rather 

Tell  how  wide  is  God's  embrace? 

in. 

Shall  we,  lingering  in  Judea, 

To  Samaria  be  dumb? 
Tell  to  none  save  in  Berea 

Whosoever  will  may  come? 


226  HYMNS. 


IV. 


Are  there  some  beyond  his  pity? 

Has  his  heart  no  room  for  more? 
Shall  we  round  his  holy  city 

Build  a  wall  without  a  door? 


v. 


Can  we,  in  our  fair  apparel, 

Sit  content  in  churches  dim, 

Hearing  sermon,   prayer,  and  carol, 
And  the  world  so  far  from  him? 


VI. 


Is  the  Holy  Spirit  waiting 

Till  the  church  forsaketh  sin, — 
Dagons  of  its  self-creating 

Casting  down  ere  he  come  in? 


VII. 

With  the  harvest  ripe  for  reaping, 
Shall  the  golden  grain  be  lost? 

Is  it  fitting  time  for  sleeping 
At  the  eve  of  Pentecost? 

VIII. 

L,o !  another  century  passes 

Shortly  through  the  hundredth  gate 
Must  the  world's  ungather'd  masses 

Wander  till  the  hour  too  late? 

1892. 


Psalms. 


FOURTH   PSALM. 
L.  M. 

A /T  Y  righteous  God !  O  hear  my  call : 
For  thou,  of  old,  didst  not  forbear 
Deliverance  in  my  sore  distress ; 

O  pity  me,  and  hear  my  prayer. 

Ye  sons  of  man !  how  long  will  ye 
Pervert  my  glory  into  shame, — 

Ye  that  love  falsehood,  seeking  lies, 
To  bring  dishonour  on  my  name? 

But  know,  Jehovah  for  himself 

Hath  set  his  chosen  ones  apart ; 

And  when  I  call  on  him,  he  hears 

The  cry  that  rises  from  my  heart. 

227 


228  PSALMS. 


O  rage  no  more,  and  cease  from  sin : 

Communing  with  your  heart,  be  still : 

Right  sacrifices  offer  up, 

And  trust  ye  in  Jehovah's  will. 

The  many  say,   "O  that  we  might 

The  time  of  good  and  plenty  see !' 

Lift  thou,  O  Lord !  on  us  the  light 
Of  thine  own  presence  graciously. 

Thou  hast  put  gladness  in  my  heart, 

More  than  they  have  from  corn  and  wine 

In  peace  will  I  lie  down  and  sleep, 

Thou,  Lord,  alone  preservest  thine. 

1889. 


PSALMS.  229 


FIFTH    PSALM. 

Verses  1-3,  7,  8,  it,  12. 

C.  M. 

/^IYE  ear  unto  my  words,  O  Lord! 

And  heed  my  yearning  sigh : 
My  King,  my  God !  O  hear  my  voice, 

For  unto  thee  I  cry. 

And  in  the  morning,  thou,  O  Lord, 
Shalt  hear  my  voice  arise : 

At  dawn  will  I  set  forth  my  prayer, 
And  wait  with  watching  eyes. 

Through  thy  great  loving-kindness,  in 
Thy  house  will  I  appear. 

And  toward  thy  holy  temple,  Lord, 
Will  worship  in  thy  fear. 

Lord,  guide  me  in  thy  righteousness, 
So  foes  may  rage  in  vain ; 

And  make  thy  way  before  my  face 
Lie  open  as  a  plain. 


23o  PSALMS. 


Let  them  be  glad  and  shout  for  joy 
That  refuge  take  in  thee : 

Defend  thou  them  that  love  thy  name, 
And  let  them  joyful  be. 

Unto  the  righteous  man,  O  Lord, 

Thy  blessings  e'er  abound: 
With  favour  dost  thou  compass  him 

As  with  a  shield  around. 

1889. 


PSALMS.  231 


EIGHTH    PSALM. 
C.  M. 

r\  LORD,  our  Lord !  in  all  the  earth 
^^^  Thy  name  how  excellent ! 
O  let  thy  glory  be  inscribed 
Above  the  firmament ! 

Out  of  the  mouth  of  very  babes 
And  sucklings  dost  thou  build 

A  tower  of  strength  by  which  the  wrath 
Of  vengeful  foes  is  still' d. 

When  I  behold  thy  heavens,  O  Lord, 

Thy  finger- work  divine, — 
The  moon  and  stars  which  thou  hast  set 

In  their  high  place  to  shine, — 

What  is  a  mortal  man,  that  him 

Thou  in  thy  mind  shouldst  bear? 

Or  what  a  son  of  Adam's  race, 

That  thou  for  him  shouldst  care? 

20 


232  PSALMS. 


But  little  lower  made  than  God, 
With  fear  and  glory  crown' d, 

Dominion  hast  thou  given  to  him 
Over  thy  works  around ; 

Under  his  feet  the  creatures  placed, 
The  flocks  and  herds,  yea  all ; 

And  on  the  wild  beasts  of  the  field 
His  fear  is  made  to  fall : 

The  airy  birds,  the  restless  fish 

That  through  the  waters  sweep, 

And  whatsoever  glideth  through 
The  pathways  of  the  deep. 

O  Lord,  our  Lord  !  in  all  the  earth 
Thy  wTord  of  power  didst  frame, 

How  excellent  the  glory  is 
Of  thine  eternal  name ! 


1888. 


PSALMS.  233 


TENTH   PSALM. 
L.  M. 

VITHY  standest  thou  far  off,  O  Lord? 

Why  hide  thy  face  in  troublous  days  ? 
The  oppressor  hotly  hunts  thy  poor, 
And  snares  the  men  of  lowly  ways. 

He  praises  yet  despises  God, 

What  time  his  soul  has  won  its  greed : 
There  is  ?io  God  in  all  his  thoughts  : 

The  wicked  saith,  He  will  not  heed ! 

His  ways  are  strong  and  prosperous  : 

Thy  judgments  high  above  his  sight ; 

As  for  his  adversaries  all, 

He  puffs  at  them  in  scornful  spite. 

He  saith,  /  never  shall  be  moved ; 

From  age  to  age  shall  I  be  strong. 
Deceit  and  cursing  fill  his  mouth, 

Mischief  and  wrong  beneath  his  tongue. 


234  PSALMS. 


He  in  the  lurking-places  hides  : 
The  innocent  he  slayeth  there  : 

He  waits  in  secret  for  his  prey, 
A  lion  crouching  in  his  lair. 

He  lurks  until  he  catches  them  ; 

The  lowly  in  his  net  he  draws  ; 
Ensnared,  they  faint,  and  hopeless  fall 

A  prey  within  his  cruel  jaws. 

He  saith,  Their  God  remember eth  not ; 

For  He  his  face  hath  covered  o'er  I — 
He  saith  it  in  his  secret  heart — 

He  will  710 1  see  forevermore. 

Arise,  Jehovah  !     Lift  thou  up 

Thy  hand  of  wrath,  Almighty  God  ! 

Forget  not  them  that  suffer  wrong, 
The  lowly  ones  on  whom  he  trod. 

Why  doth  the  oppressor  dare  contemn 

The  righteous  God  ?  Why  hath  he  thought 

Within  his  heart  that  thou  wilt  not 

Avenge  the  anguish  he  hath  wrrought? 

Yet  thou  hast  seen  !     And  in  thy  hand 
The  grief,  the  trouble,  thou  dost  take  : 

With  thee  the  wretched  leave th  it, 

The  orphan' d  thou  wilt  not  forsake. 


PSALMS.  235 


Lord  !  shatter  thou  the  oppressor's  arm  ; 

And  as  for  the  malignant  one, 
Search  out,  till,  of  his  wickedness, 

Unrecompensed  thou  findest  none. 

Jehovah  evermore  is  King  ! 

The  heathen  perish  from  his  land  ! 
Thou,  Lord  !  hast  heard  the  lowly  cry, 

And  thou  wilt  hold  them  in  thy  hand. 

Thine  ear  will  hear,  thy  hand  defend, 
The  helpless  and  the  fatherless; 

And  man,  of  dust,  shall  nevermore 

Contemn  thee,  and  thy  poor  oppress. 

1891. 


2n, 


236  PSALMS. 


NINETEENTH   PSALM, 

7,  6. 


THE  heavens  declare  the  glory 
Of  their  creator  God ; 
The  firmament  revealeth 
His  handiwork  abroad. 


Day  unto  day  outpoureth 

Its  speech  in  silent  praise, 

And  night  to  night  is  breathing 
The  knowledge  of  his  ways. 

Though  speech  be  uot,  nor  language,  - 
Their  voice  none  comprehend, — 

Through  earth  their  power  extendeth, 
Their  words  go  to  its  end. 

A  tent  far  in  the  heavens 

He  setteth  for  the  sun, 
And  there  his  rest  he  taketh 

What  time  the  day  is  done. 


PSALMS.  237 


He  like  a  bridegroom  steppeth 
Forth  from  his  resting-place, 

And  boundeth  like  a  warrior 
Again  to  run  his  race. 


From  heaven's  extreme  he  speedeth 
Its  circuit  to  complete  ; 

And  there  is  nothing  hidden 
From  his  resistless  heat. 

Jehovah's  law  is  perfect, 

The  soul  it  rectifies; 
And  true  his  testimony, 

The  simple  making  wise. 

Right  are  Jehovah's  precepts; 

They  cause  the  heart  to  sing ; 
And  clear  is  his  commandment, 

The  eyes  enlightening. 

His  fear-compelling  glory 

Forever  shall  endure ; 
And  righteous  are  his  statutes, 

Their  truthfulness  is  sure : 

Than  gold  more  to  be  sought  for, 
Fine  gold  that  mines  entomb, 


238  PSALMS. 


And  sweeter  than  the  honey 

That  droppeth  from  the  comb. 

Thy  servant  is  instructed 

By  them,  most  gracious  Lord, 

And  in  the  keeping  of  them 
There  is  a  great  reward. 

So  high  thy  law,  so  holy, 

Who,  of  himself,  can  learn, 

With  all  his  inner  searching, 
His  errors  to  discern  ? 

From  faults  unconscious  clear  me, 
And  make  me  pure  within ; 

Keep  back  thy  servant  also 

From  all  presumptuous  sin. 

Let  it  not  have  dominion, 

Then  blameless  I  shall  be, 

And  from  the  great  transgression 
Thy  grace  shall  hold  me  free. 

My  Rock  and  my  Redeemer ! 

Before  thee  be  each  word 

And  each  heart-whisper' d  musing 

Acceptable,  O  Lord. 

1887. 


PSALMS.  239 


FORTY-SIXTH  PSALM. 


7,  6. 


A    REFUGE  and  a  fortress, 
Our  God  is  on  our  side, 
A  very  present  helper 

When  trouble  doth  betide. 


Therefore,  though  earth  be  shaken, 

Our  souls  will  never  fear, 
Though  in  the  heart  of  oceans 

The  mountains  disappear. 

What  though  the  troubled  waters 
In  roaring  foam  shall  break, 

And  their  tumultuous  swelling 

Shall  make  the  mountains  quake  : 

The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us, 

Our  refuge  and  our  strength, 


24o  PSALMS. 


There  is  a  heavenly  river 

Whose  streams  shall  never  dry, 
That  gladdeneth  God's  city, 

The  place  of  the  Most  High. 


God  in  the  midst  of  Zion 
Is  evermore  her  stay ; 

Her  he  will  help  right  early, 
E'en  at  the  dawn  of  day. 


The  nations  roar'd,  the  kingdoms 

Were  riven  to  their  base, 
And  when  his  voice  he  utter' d 

The  earth  did  melt  apace. 

The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  as, 

Our  refuge  and  our  strength, 

Behold  Jehovah's  doings, 

What  wonders  he  hath  wrought, 
What  awe-pervading  silence 

On  earth  his  hand  hath  brought. 

The  wars  among  the  nations 
His  word  compels  to  cease, 

And  earth  to  all  its  borders 
He  quieteth  with  peace. 


PSALMS.  241 


The  warrior's  bow  he  shivers. 
The  spear  asunder  rends  ; 

The  chariots  he  burnetii 
Amid  the  fire  he  sends. 


Be  still ;   and  know,  ye  nations, 

That  I  am  God  alone, 
And  I  will  be  exalted 

O'er  every  land  and  throne. 

The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us, 

The  God  of  Jacob  is 
Our  refuge  a?id  our  fortress  : 

Be  glory  alway  his ! 

1888. 


^*£x* 


242  PSALMS. 


SIXTY-SECOND  PSALM. 
C.  M. 

/^\NLY  in  silence  wait  on  God: 
^^^  My  soul !   thy  help  is  He ; 
My  rock,  salvation,  and  defence, 
Unshaken  I  shall  be. 

How  long  will  ye  assail  a  man 

And  hunt  him  as  a  prey, 
Till  he  become  a  tottering  wall, 

A  fence  that  giveth  way? 

Their  only  thought  to  thrust  him  down, 

In  lies  is  their  delight : 
While  blessing  with  the  mouth,  their  heart 

Doth  curse  with  hidden  spite. 

Only  in  silence  wait,  my  soul ! 

My  hope  in  God  alone, 
My  rock,  salvation,  and  high  tower, 

I  shall  not  be  o'erthrown. 


PSALMS.  243 


My  glory  and  my  help  is  God, 
My  safeguard  from  all  harm ; 

My  refuge  and  my  rock  of  strength 
Is  his  almighty  arm. 

O  put  your  trust  in  him  ahvay, 

Ye  people  who  are  his  : 
Pour  out  your  heart  before  your  God, 

For  he  our  refuge  is. 

Only  a  breath  are  men ;  the  sons 

Of  nobly-born  a  lie ; 
For  in  the  balance  they  go  up, 

A  breath  of  vanity. 

Trust  not  in  wrong,  nor  vainly  boast 

The  crafty  spoiler's  art; 
And  if  your  riches  grow  apace, 

On  them  set  not  your  heart. 

One  thing  hath  God  himself  declared, — 
Yea,  two  things  have  I  heard, — 

That  power  belongeth  unto  God ! 
Yet  grace  is  in  this  word ; 

For  loving-kindness,  Lord,   is  thine, 

While  justice  rules  thy  thought; 

Thou  renderest  to  even-  man 

As  he  his  work  hath  wrought. 

21 


244  PSALMS. 


EIGHTY-SIXTH  PSALM. 
C.  M. 

DOW  down  thine  ear  to  me,  O  Lord ! 

In  mercy  answer  me  : 
Distress' d  and  needy,  keep  my  soul, 

As  one  beloved  by  thee. 

O  thou,  my  God  !  thy  servant  save 
That  trusteth  thee  in  all : 

Be  gracious  unto  me,  O  Lord  ! 
So  all  day  long  I  call. 

Thy  servant's  soul  make  glad,  O  Lord! 

That  thee  I  may  extol ; 
For,  O  Jehovah  !  unto  thee 

Do  I  lift  up  my  soul. 

How  good  and  ready  to  forgive ! 

How  plenteous  in  grace 
And  loving-kindness  unto  all 

That  seek,  O  Lord,  thy  face. 


PSALMS.  245 


Give  ear,  Jehovah  !  to  my  prayer 

That  goeth  forth  to  thee, 
And  to  my  supplicating  voice 

Attend  thou  graciously. 

My  heart  cries  out  to  thee  alone 
When  days  of  sorrow  lower, 

For  thou  wilt  surely  answer  me 
In  tribulation's  hour. 

Yea,  there  is  none  like  unto  thee 
Among  the  gods,  not  one  ! 

Like  thine  there  are  no  works,  O  Lord ! 
The  works  thy  hand  hath  done. 

All  nations,  Lord !  which  thou  hast  made 
Shall  come  and  worship  thee, 

And  they  shall  glorify  thy  name, 
So  great  exceedingly. 

For  thou  art  great,  and  wondrous  works 
Wrought  by  thy  mighty  hand 

Show  thou  alone  art  God,  whose  throne 
Eternally  shall  stand. 

Teach  me  thy  way,  and  may  thy  truth 

My  daily  goings  frame, 
And  knit  my  heart  to  thee,  O  Lord, 

So  I  may  fear  thy  name. 


246  PSALMS. 


With  my  whole  heart,  O  Lord  my  God, 
I  give  thee  thanks  and  praise, 

And  I  will  glorify  thy  name 
Through  everlasting  days. 

Thy  loving-kindness  is  so  great 

I  cannot  set  its  bound: 
My  soul  thou  hast  deliver'd  from 

The  depths  beneath  the  ground. 

Against  me,  Lord !  the  proud  have  risen, 

And  men  of  violence, 
Who  set  not  thee  before  their  eyes, 

Have  sought  to  drive  me  hence. 

But  thou,  Lord !  art  the  mighty  God, 

Compassionate  and  kind, 
Long-suffering  and  full  of  truth, 

And  gracious  is  thy  mind. 

Turn  thee  to  me,  thy  favour  show, 
And  make  thy  servant  strong: 

The  son  of  thy  handmaiden  save 
From  men  of  guile  and  wrong. 

Show  me  a  token,  Lord,  for  good, 
That  those  wTho  hate  may  see 
And  be  ashamed,  because  thy  hand 

Hath  cheer' d  and  holpen  me. 

1891. 


PSALMS.  247 


NINETY-SECOND  PSALM. 

5.  6- 

TT  is  a  good  thing 

To  give  thanks  to  the  Lord, 
To  sing  to  thy  praise 
In  a  tuneful  accord  : 

Thy  love  to  show  forth 

In  the  morning,  Most  High ! 
Thy  faithfulness  also 

As  night  goeth  by : 

On  the  ten-stringed  lute 

And  the  tremulent  lyre, 

While  rapturous  musings 
The  harp  doth  inspire. 

By  thy  doings,  Jehovah ! 

Thou  gladdenest  me : 
By  the  work  of  thy  hands 

I  am  joyful  in  Thee. 

2T* 


248  PSALMS. 


Thy  doings  how  great ! 

And  thy  thoughts  how  profound ! 
The  brutish  know  not, 

Nor  can  a  fool  sound. 

When  the  wicked  spring  up 

As  the  grass  after  rain, 
And  the  workers  of  evil 

Do  prosper  amain, 

'Tis  that,  in  due  time, 

They  shall  wither  and  die: 

But  thou,  O  Jehovah ! 
Art  ever  Most  High. 

Thine  enemies  perish 

As  things  of  unworth, 
And  they  that  wrork  evil 

Are  scatter' d  on  earth. 

My  horn  thou  hast  raised 

As  the  wild  ox's  horn: 
Fresh  oil  of  anointing 

My  head  doth  adorn. 

Mine  eyes  shall  behold, 

And  mine  ear  also  hear, 

The  wicked  waylayers 
Dispersing  in  fear. 


PSALMS.  249 


The  righteous  shall  blossom 
Like  a  palm  in  its  pride, 

And  grow  like  the  cedars 
On  Lebanon's  side: 

For  they  that  be  planted 

Where  thou  art  adored 
Shall  spring  up  and  bloom 

In  the  courts  of  the  Lord. 

In  hoary  old  age 

They  shall  still  ripen  fruit; 
Fat  and  green  they  shall  be, 

Full  of  sap  from  the  root. 

For  Jehovah  is  upright : 

My  stronghold  is  He : 
Yea,  righteous  forever 

Jehovah  will  be ! 

1890. 


250  PSALMS. 


NINETY-THIRD  PSALM. 

8,7. 

T7  VERMORE  Jehovah  reigneth  ! 

He  is  clothed  with  majesty : 
He  the  worlds  of  worlds  sustaineth 
Bv  the  laws  his  will  ordaineth : 

Girt  about  with  strength  is  He ! 

Naught  can  shake  his  throne  of  glory, 

Stablish'd  on  infinity: 
Let  the  floods  lift  up  their  roaring, 
Billows  over  billows  pouring, 

Glorious  in  his  might  is  He ! 

Mightier  is  the  Lord  Jehovah 

Than  the  breakers  of  the  sea : 
Let  them  shout  with  voice  of  thunder, 
Let  them  dash  on  rocks  asunder, 
Lord  omnipotent  is  He  ! 

Steadfast  are  thy  testimonies, 

Sure  through  all  eternity  : 
In  them  truth  its  fullness  summeth : 
Holiness  thy  house  becometh, 

Lord,  forever  !     Praise  to  Thee  ! 

1890. 


PSALMS. 


2^1 


NINETY-SEVENTH  PSALM. 

L.  M. 

JEHOVAH  reigns  !     Let  earth  rejoice  ; 
And  let  the  multitude  of  isles 
Be  glad,  and  sing  with  tuneful  voice, 
And  nature's  face  be  clad  in  smiles. 

Though  clouds  and  darkness  from  afar 
Are  round  about  his  presence  known, 

Yet  righteousness  and  judgment  are 
The  habitation  of  his  throne. 

A  fire  before  him  goes,  and  burns 
His  enemies  on  even'  side ; 

His  lightnings  flash  ;  and  earth  by  turns 
Beholds  and  trembles  in  its  pride. 

The  hills  before  his  presence  melt, 

Like  wax  before  the  furious  flame ; 

His  presence  by  the  earth  is  felt 

Who  built  her  everlasting  frame. 


25  2  PSALMS. 


The  heavens  declare  his  righteousness, 
The  people  all  his  glory  see ; 

While  they  who  serve  the  images, 

And  boast  in  them,  confounded  be. 

Then  Zion  heard,  and  she  was  glad ; 

The  daughters  of  Judea  sang 
Rejoicingly,  and  through  the  land 

The  praises  of  thy  judgments  rang. 

For  thou,  O  Lord !  above  the  earth 
Art  high  ;  thou  art  exalted  far 

Above  the  kings  of  mortal  birth, 

Though  lofty  their  aspirings  are. 

Hate  evil,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

For  he  preserves  the  saintly  soul ; 

And  every  danger  he  will  ward, 

And  save  from  wicked  men's  control. 

On  righteous  men  shall  light  arise, 

Like  morning  breaking  o'er  the  hills; 

And  hope  shall  kindle  in  their  eyes, 
While  holy  mirth  their  bosom  fills 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord ! 

Give  thanks  before  his  presence  now; 
In  memory  of  his  faithful  word 

And  holiness,  give  thanks,  and  bow. 

1853- 


PSALMS.  253 


ONE  HUNDREDTH  PSALM. 

C.  M. 

TTO,   all  ye  lands  !  right  joyfully 

Shout  to  the  Lord  your  King : 
Serve  him  with  gladness,   and  before 
His  gracious  presence  sing. 

Know  ye  the  Lord  is  God  indeed : 

He  made  us:  his  we  are, 
His  people ;  we  the  folded  flock 

Within  the  shepherd's  care. 

O  go  your  way  into  his  gates, 

And  glad  thanksgivings  raise ; 

Enter  into  his  courts  with  songs, 
The  songs  of  joyful  praise. 

Give  thanks  to  him  and  bless  his  name, 

For  always  good  is  He ! 

His  loving-kindness  and  his  truth 

Endure  eternally. 

1S90. 


254  PSALMS. 


ONE   HUNDRED  AND  TWENTY 
FIRST   PSALM. 

6's. 

LIFT  my  longing  eyes 
Up  to  the  hills  in  vain: 
Whence  shall  my  help  arise 

In  time  of  want  and  pain? 

My  help  is  from  the  Lord 

Who  gave  all  creatures  birth, 
And  by  his  forming  word 

Created  heaven  and  earth. 

No  lurking  enemy 

Thy  foot  shall  turn  astray, 
For  he  that  keepeth  thee 

Will  slumber  not  for  aye. 

Behold,  he  who  in  love 
Doth  Israel  ever  keep, 
His  watchfulness  shall  prove, 
And  slumber  not  nor  sleep. 


PSALMS.  255 


Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord, 
Jehovah  is  thy  shade 
On  thy  right  hand :  his  word 
Thy  sure  defence  is  made. 

By  day  the  fervid  sun 

Thy  head  shall  never  smite, 
Nor  shall  the  sickly  moon 
Assail  thee  in  the  night. 

Preserving  thee  from  harm, 
All  evil  he'll  control; 
And  his  most  gracious  arm 

Shall  e'er  preserve  thy  soul. 

When  thou  dost  outward  go, 
His  grace  shall  go  before; 
In  coming  in  also, 

Now  and  forevermore. 

1871. 


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256  PSALMS. 


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ONE    HUNDRED  AND   FORTY- 
FIFTH    PSALM. 

C.  M. 

WILL  extol  thee  every  day, 
My  God,  O  glorious  King; 
And  I  will  bless  thy  name  for  aye, 
Thy  praise  forever  sing. 

Great  is  the  Lord  and  wonderful, 
And  greatly  to  be  praised : 

His  greatness  is  unsearchable, 
Beyond  the  heavens  raised. 

One  generation,  praising  thee, 

Shall  testimony  bear 
Unto  the  next,  and  wonderingly 

Thy  mighty  acts  declare. 

The  honour  of  thy  majesty, 

Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim; 

Thine  acts  of  terror  men  shall  see 
And  glorify  thy  name. 


PSALMS.  257 


The  memory  of  thy  goodness  they 
Shall  utter  far  and  wide ; 

Thy  righteousness  from  day  to  day 
Shall  sing  on  every  side. 

The  Lord  is  gracious;  full  of  kind 

Compassion:  he  is  slow 
To  anger,  and  his  holy  mind 

Is  great  in  mercy  too. 

The  Lord  our  God  is  good  to  all, 
For  all  are  in  his  thought  ; 

His  tender  mercies  richly  fall 
On  all  that  he  hath  wrought. 

Thy  works  shall  praise  thee  evermore, 
And  thee  thy  saints  shall  bless ; 

Thy  kingdom's  glory  and  thy  power 
To  all  the  world  confess; 

Thy  mighty  acts  that  all  may  know 

Among  the  sons  of  men, 
Thy  kingdom's  majesty  to  show 

To  every  creature's  ken. 

An  everlasting  kingdom's  thine, 
And  thy  dominion  sure 


258  PSALMS. 


Throughout  all  generations'  time 
Shall  everywhere  endure. 

The  Lord  upholdeth  all  that  fall, 
The  bow'd  with  sorrow  riven; 

While  on   thee  wait  the  eyes  of  all, 
Their  meat  is  duly  given. 

Thou  openest  thy  hand  of  grace, 

And  thou  dost  satisfy 
The  wants  of  all  in  every  place 

Who  for  thy  presence  cry. 

The  Lord  is  righteous  in  his  ways, 

His  works  are  holy  all: 
He's  nigh  to  those  that  love  his  praise, 

And  on  him  truly  call. 

The  strong  desire  he  will  fulfil 
Of  them  that  fear  his  name: 

He  hears  their  cry,  and  he  will  still 
Save  them  from  harm  and  shame. 

The  Lord  preserveth  them  from  harm 
Who  love  him  as  their  joy, 

But  wicked  men  his  wrathful  arm 
Will  utterly  destroy. 


PSALMS.  259 


My  mouth  shall  joyfully  proclaim 

His  praise  from  day  to  day : 
Let  all  flesh  bless  his  holy  name 

Forever  and  for  aye. 

1871. 


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DOXOLOGIES. 


h.  M. 

A  LL  praise  to  Thee,  the  Holy  One, 
^  The  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit !     Thou  alone 
Art  King  on  the  eternal  throne. 


C.  M. 

r\  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
^    The  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Holy  Ghost !     Be  thou  adored 
While  endless  ages  run. 


S.  M. 

T)  ESIDE  Thee  there  is  none : 
Eternal  God  and  King, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  glorious  praise  we  sing. 

260 


DOXOLOGIES.  261 


7,6. 

THY  love,  0  Holy  Father, 

Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Son, 
Thy  peace,  O  Holy  Spirit, 

Thy  church  abide  upon : 
While  she  her  voice  upraises 

To  thine  eternal  throne, 
And  chants  in  endless  praises 

Glory  to  God  alone. 


8,7. 

/^LORY  be  to  God  the  Father: 
Vjr  Halleluiah ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Halleluiah ! 

And  to  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 
Halleluiah ! 

In  eternal  being  one  ! 
Halleluiah ! 

May  his  kingdom  come  in  power; 
Halleluiah  ! 

And  his  holy  will  be  done : 
Halleluiah  ! 

Halleluiah  in  the  highest ! 
Halleluiah  evermore  ! 


262  /)()X0/.0(,7/<:S. 


7's. 

/^LORY  to  Thee  evermore! 
^^  Glory  in  the  uttermost ! 
Heaven  and  earth  thy  name  adore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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/^LORY  in  the  highest!    glory! 
^"^  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
King  eternal !  we  adore  thee, 

Singing  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Glory  !  glory  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 


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Is  there  a  place  for  me  ? 

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In  his  own  chosen  hour, 
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